Worcester daily spy. [volume] (Worcester [Mass.]) 1850-1888, 1856-10-04

been known for half century, and a fall of
rain heavy enough to drown out all the old
official rats, as well as the young expectant
ones, who have accustomed themselves to look
upon the Capitol the White House, and es
pecialy the Treasury Department at Wash
ington-not to mention the General Post Of
fee and the other national establishments Of
that citv-as having been erected mainly for
their shelter-and to afford them lifelong
comfortable nibhlings
Mr. Buchanan, the rising sun of this slave
breeding. guttn-percha party, finds the twi-
light OF his expected morning already obscur-
ed by such inpenetrable vapors as threaten to
prevent his worshippeTs from ever seeing his
broad face fairly above the horson. Mr.,
Pierce, the setting sun of the party, sinks to
rest in an equal obscurity- while even the
Comet Douglas, that so lately lighted up with
sudden and temporary glare the whole sky,
"Ani from his horrid hair
Shook pestilence and r"
moving so rapidly toward the Presidential
chair as to seem almost certain Of falling into
it, now with tail diminished and drawn in
or, TO judge by some of his late Western
speeches, cut off by himself-has already reach
ed point where he is confounded with the
other hazy and telescope nebule of the dem
ocratic sky, and seems likely soon to entirely
ingness.
OF these three political victims, however,
surely poor Mr.. Pierce is the most to be pit
tied. 1t cannot be supposed that the young
market. woman who kicked over her basket of
eggs, and with it all her dreams of palace,
however painful it might be to wake sudden
ly from such vision, could in fact have suf-
fered anything like the agony which a person
once in possession of palace must feel ut be-
ing ANONYMOUSLY and unexpectedly thrust
out of it, amid the SCOTS and ieers or silent
contempt of the whole community, with a
perfect consciousness that he deseres it all and
carrying with him as he goes for his sole rem.
iniscenee of his late elevation, feeling of UNI
alterable meanness.
What a contrast between Mr.. Pierces tri-
umphant progress OF his first visit to Wash
ington after his election, and the skulking
way in which for the last time while Presi-
dent, he sneeks back to Concord? From
Washington to Baltimore and Philadelphia, he
enjoyed, indeed, the honor of slave driving
military escort. While in the slave breeding
States he is, so far at least as military escort
goes, recognized and honored as President ;
but on reaching Philadelphia he sinks down
at once into the traitor doughtace, Frank
Pierce, all stained with the blood of men
murdered in Kanzas, who thinks himself
lucky in being able to skulk from city to city
without being lynched or mobbed, practices
to which the slave driving party to which he
belongs so habitually resort. Here in this
city he finds none to greet him but two or
three otHce-holders, with more gratitude in
their hearts, or at least more decent show of
it, than the great body of that heartless and
selfish tribe, while there is nobody to give
him parting cheer but a few railroad en-
ployees, who hurrah on such occasions, we
suppose, as part of their contract with the
Company. At Springfield he gets from a
Democratic Mayor partizan speech, to which
the crowd respond by cheers for Fremont.
Boston he is ashamed or afraid 10 visit.
and he skulked on to Concord by the back
way-there to be welcomed, not by the com
mon voice of his fellow towusmen, (who had
voted in town meeting five to one to receive
him only in " mournful silence,'') but by a
rabble of rowdies collected from other parts
of the State, and highly charged with rum,
to strengthen them for the effort and the occa
sion. Poor Mr.. Pierce He proposes, so the
newspapers state, henceforth, to hold himself
aloof from public affairs, and, like the abdica-
ted Charles V. (whose resignation, however,
was voluntary,) to devote himself to agricul-
tural pursuits. The Union announces the fact
apparently with great satisfaction and evil
IDENTIFY with the air of feeling, that the sooner
he retires the better.