The weekly Minnesotian. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn. Territory) 1852-1858, 1858-03-06

that's why the 1emee Is So con.inaa.x eoao-
ing the Republican members Of that body j
and the Republicans Of the present tegisla-
ture even, gave their complimentary vote,
save the Winons delegation, to the Minmeso-
tian! Not one Republican showed o sign
that the Times was living entity and stin
less that considered it a Republican paper, or
aught else than q sheet published for the pur-
pose of displaying the inanities and foolish
ness and conceit and want of honest pr IN
ciple of a certain not very bright individual.
Doth remember all these circumstances, we
have alluded to, Mr.. Times? Wasn't either
of them, practical reading you out Of the
party? .isn..f r
Why, my dear Times, your head as party
paper, was struck smoothly off long ago
and yet with that stupid selfconsequence in
cident to dizziness, you have for some time
past been making show of yourself going
around with your capm under your arm, and
with your principles as usual in your breeches
pockets, your CORY windpipe spouting up air
at every step, like volcano of gas in state
Of eruption, with the world at large-(who
comprehended ii, if you didn't Hooking on
and admiring the curious phenomenon the
while!
Can't you take hint that the party don't
want you; and that so far from thinking it
would be disastrous, they would consider it
relief-or rather, that they do not consider
you attached to it at all If the position is
even admitted, that between you and it there
is still sort Of ligamentous or cartilaginous
union, won't anything but an Trishman's hint
suffice to make you discover your connexion
with it? You know what kind of hint
that is, don't you? A gentleman walking
along the street noticed an Emerald son of
the green isle"-(a sort of a McGrcrty of a
ow)-comipg OUT of house door in a re-
msrkable hurry, "Why Pat" quoth he,
"whats the matter ?" "Matter enough" re-
piled Pat )" the masther jst gave me hint
to lave the house." d" How so ?" asked the
gentlemen. "Shure, and he kicked me down
stairs !" answered Pat again! Does the
Times want such hint as that, before it can
be made to comprehend the often-expressed
indifference, to say the least, of the Republic
can party, to its valuable services ?"
There is another anecdote, told of DR..
johnson. the great dictionary maker, and bis
toady and biographer Mr.. Boswell, which
happily illustrates the about relative posi-
tons occupied for sometime past by the Re-
publican party and the Times. Said Boswell,
with a conceited air; "My, dear Doctor,
what do you suppose the people think about
you and me together ?" "Wby," gruffly re-
piled the Doctor, II suppose they think 1
am sort of great big bulldog, and that
you are tin pan tied to my tail ~ 1t is not
necessary to say that Bozzy wilted. Nor is
it hardly necessary either to remark, that
everybody will at once recognize the aptness
Of tie illustration of the tin,paa in the an
noying tail position, as applicable to the
Times. The last great hope Of the Republi-
can party, for relief from this appendage is,
that Mr.. EDMUND RICE will now kindly step
forward and cut the mere pack thread which
ties it to Republicanism and take the old
tin pan home to serve his own uses |!
But before the tintinnabulum goes, we
trust the Times will compose that "epitaph,"
or give its sanction, at least, to the following
form of one, with which correspondent has
favored us, thinking it might be adopted
by the Times when it was taken with its
"leaving,'' which might be too suddenly for
the calm state of mind necessary to frame a
proper obituary -
EPITAPH ON THE REPUBLICAN PARTY.
He facet,