The Nevada journal., 1856-08-15

fallen upon times of profound and start
ling interest. The old landmarks of
party are obliterated, the PaIinuri of the
nation gone down.. A race of pigmy
politicians have succeeded the matchless
statesmen, around whose names hovers
a halo of histrionic glory. The plain
pathway for patriotism to tread is chan
ged by the subtle labors of willy dema-
gogues into labyrinthine mazes, where
the honest and unsuspecting are COM
plety lost, where the politician by trade
Is puzzled, scarce knowing which way
to turn, in the intricate windings he him
self has made,
1t is no wonder that some are wander
ing from the light, and grope still deep
er in the dark at such times as these
1t is no wonder, that losing the great
lamps to their feet, Webster and Clay,
some honest and sterling old Wings are
turning from the right. The times are
gloomy and portentous, and the patriot
ic are uncertain where to rest hope.
Among the many recent, shifting
scenes of party, the inattentive have
lost the thread of the drama enacting
before their eyes, and failing to feel an
interest in the piece, are fain to make
the most of low comedy, as partial
substitute for more exalted acting.
On no other grounds can the prostitu-
btion of Whig to the Democratic nomi-
nee for the Presidency be defended
Ignorance, bewilderment and dementia
are excuses for former Whig voting
for Buchanan, but no others are valid.
What shall one who has proudly
served in the cohorts marshalled by a
Clay, desert to the enemy when the
great commander is dead? Shall he
forget the memory of his chieftain, or
insult it by giving in his adhesion to the
arch slanderer of the purest man of the
nation Shall he love the archer who
has struck down with his poisoned shaft
of detraction, the old eagle that else had
scared to the SUM-
There is not Wing, In whose breast
fingers spark of honor, who is not de-
bauched and lost to shame, who loves
the memory of Harry of the West, -
and loving it with devotion, does not
hate with an undying hatred the at
tempted assassin of his character, the
tarnisher of his fame, the serpent that
crawled behind and bit the heel of the
noble hunter in his pathway-there is
not Wing with the manhood of a man
who will do it.
Is there one? let him show his head
and receive the execrations of every
honorable member of an old and honor
cd party.
James Buchanan is the author of the
foul SANDER of bargain and corruption,
which struck down the peerless Harry,
when near the goal won by his patri-
otic services of half century. Gifted
, by nature with super-eminent abilities,
he used them for his country without
stint or misapplication, and had earned
the highest honors within the gift of an
admiring people. Looked upon as the
head of the nation intellectually, the
wise and the good strove to elevate him
to the Presidency-not for the fame it
would add to the name of the matchless
American, but for the flood of glory it
would shed upon the Republic. Ma
E tions would look with wondering eyes
upon great and prosperous country,
with ruler worthy of his place, sweep
ing onward in its grand career to high
and holy destiny, and admire the ''great
experiment" supremely verified. For
this, for the glory that would attach to
the American name, did the patriotic
Wings stake all, and labor all for Clay.
But ah the cruel spoiler came. "Slan-
der, whose bite outve4oms all the worms
of Nile" checked the upward and on
ward flight of Henry Clay, and stayed
him ere he mounted the zenith of hon
ors. Pennsylvania gave birth to man
whose heart is blacker than the coal
dust of her mines He it was who
humbled the pride of the nation, and
laid pure patriot low. He it was who
wounded the character of Clay, and the
magnanimous heart of the old patriot
concealed the poisoned barb till he died.
Was ever known such forbearance, such
greatness of soul, such heroic abnega-
ton of self? Equalled only by Him
who said: ''Father, forgive them, for