New-York daily tribune. [volume] (New-York [N.Y.]) 1842-1866, 1858-11-08

VIII not some common friend of both parties
eill not somebody who cOmprehends s1e delicacy
ofMr. Edward Everctt's nature, aud who also ap-
creciates the neffabe stupidity Of Mr. Richard
Yssdon, perambulatory editor of The Charleston
fs.C) Courier, interpOse TO save tue sage of sam
mer street from the slayering praises OF the fool OF
South Carolina
Why Mr.. Yeadon--who is evidently Of lie Opin-
ION that without African Slavery there can be-
peither' social hsppioess nor prospcrity-should
stiIl Enger in the Beotan and benighted City Of
Boston, can only he accounted for upon the pre-
sumption that he il Of the same heroic strain with
fhe worlds most renowned missionaries and ex-
pIorcrs. Before he returns to his own, his dear
accustomed MISUNDERSTANDING he again tastes
The rapture of Caronian refnement--before he
resumes his duties editorial and patriarchal-he
means to illuminate the Cimmerian Boston mind.
He has been, as in one of his delectable cpstles,
be informs US, laboring in private life with the
Honorable Edward Everett. He has been wrestling
with him, go to speak. He has, if we may credit
bis report, been addressing him something after
this fashion, "My dear Ned, Just look at il There
"n Winthrop, who has proclaimed his conversion!
aThere are the Curtii, the opulent Thomas, the
profound Ben. and admirable George T., who
shave slid in the same blessed and patriotic
"direction! There is the classic, p0lyphOnic,
" poly yllabic Choate, who has told his Experience
"Why linger o my Ned! Why hesitate, o
Everett" To him answering, thus spake Mr..
Everett: "Well, have taken the first step in that
- direction, as addressed the Democratic Young
Z" Men on the Fourth of July" at the Revere
House banquet, our readers will remember. A
feast Of gods and men, duly chrOniced in these
columns. We have it, therefore, upon the author
ity Of Mr.. Richard YeadoD that Mr.. Everett has
taken the I" first step" and it is the first step,
all morality declares, which costs the greatest
effort. Mr. Everett 10 longer stands shisering upon
Jordans stormy banks but has put one leg into
that cold food, as far perhaps, as his knee-pan.
Still. he hesitates. He is like the cat in Gray'S
Latin fable:
"Annat pisces sed non vuli tngere plsntss"
Meanwhile, Mr.. Richard Yeadon, who has soused
himself in with the utmost boldness, performs the
most lively antics, Just to show Mr. Everett that
Jorasn is much warmer than it is reputed to be.
Yeadon does not explicitly say that Mr. Everett
took The jump then and there in his presence; but,
from his exubersnty exultant style, we opinc that
he has great hopes of his neophyte.
We cannot conclude this mere mention, without
expressing the Christian hope that, as the Old Man
Of the Sea did finally drop from the shoulders OF has
victim, Richard may in time cease to torment
Edward If we were Everett, we would not be at
home when Yeadon called We would double-lock
our door against Yeadon. We would devise man
traps against Yeadon. And if all these failed, and
we were driven either to suicide or assassination,
the dreadful responsibility would be upon Yeadons
bead-such az il is-and not upon ours.