New-York daily tribune. [volume] (New-York [N.Y.]) 1842-1866, 1859-12-12
t,s,.. Anti Slavery poems which appeared in its

Waving further details, suffice it to say, we refer
to the time when Caleb was wont to defend tue
Abolitionist. in Washington, and claimed to oe
.. one Of EN-" when in Massachusetts, Whoever
else may have forgotten those days, Caleb has not
True. he has thrown good many summersaults
since. one Of the most remarkable OF which was
bis leap upon the bench Of the Supreme Court oil
Massachusetts from the arms of that Coalition"
which sent Charles Sumner to the Senate: Caleb
himself aiding in the adjustment OF the programme
which gave birth to both these results.
Whoever thinks it strange that Gushing now
mathematics so savagey those whom he once ap-
plauded 20 fraternslly should remember that apos-
tates always take special pains to convince their
new allies that they are not as arrant hypocrltes
now as they were when they shouted with the other
crowd. Therefore, it was polite for Caleb, right
there in the very hot bed of AbOtiOnism, to shower
wormwood and gall upon the heads OF his old
associates.
But in HE Faneuil Hall TRADE, the ex-Attorney-
General had the temerity to attack another class
upon whom he, as National Democrat, cannot so
well afford to make war. DR.. Stop cautioned peo-
pie not to curse the devil too severely. True, tue
antique doctor gave this advice on general princ-
pies and with no reference to the ingredients COM
posing the Democratic party, that organization not
having then sprung into existence. But, regardless
Of this advice Caleb, in his Boston speech, took
occasion to abuse the devil most roundly; and not
the head of the Satanic family ony, but the whole
race denour cling them as damned de mis- In bell J!
We tell Mr Gushing in all seriousness, this won't
do The party in this city abused Fernando Wood
till self respect compelled them TO quit 1t. And
where is it now Does Mr. Gushing propose to
drive the devil and his imps from the Democratic
told1 We tell him the National Democracy cannot
survive the exodus He may abuse the Boston
Abolitiopsts with impunity; fer they Will neither
vote nor fight Bat let him beware how he drives
from the party the other persOnages OF whom we
are speaking.
Caleb, h,ring seen war Che told the audience he
had), was not for rendering mere words to the
South, ike Everett, the rhetorcian. He was for
throwing his pluck and his sword into the scale, as
became brigader. Consequently he assured the
quaking population beyond the Potomac that, If
fight came of, he should be on hand. This is com
forting. One soldier like Gushing in such a crisis
is worth thousand CeerOs. And, we beg to as
sure the South, that if there lisa collision, and
Caleb does take the field in person, then, # some
body does Mt speedily land in q deep ditch, we
have read the history of the brgadier's Mexican ex-
PLOTS in vain.
IfMr. Gushing had not been engaged in the laud-
able work of saving the Union, we should be
tempted 10 fear that his Boston performance was
not dgnifed nor hardly decent; that it was not
the argument of logician, nor the speech OF
statesman, nor the defamation of an orator; that
its oftest parts mere hissng-hot evaporation;
its lowest, the rawlings of a common scold An in
cdent near the close drowned the whole affair in
ridicule Gushing was in the midst OF his perora-
ton. He was raining down his bitterest phiIppics
upon Republican Massachusetts. He compared the
old Commonwealth to a ship in storm, whose
crew, drunk with fanatcism, had mutinled and,
in their Bncchanalan orgies, were letting the gall
liant vessel drift drift, drift onward to perdlton."
The audience were GREATNESS, and, as he doubted
not, awfuly frightened at the vivid picture. Wish
ing to give thrust at her Republican Governor,
screamed, Where is the hemsman! Who
lis hel" An irreyerent Abolitionst in the gallery,
with his eye on the State Liquor Agent, shouted in
response, "BURNHAM This was too much.
The entire audience exploded with laughter. The
platform roared, the floor shouted, the galleries
screamed, for the space of ninety seconds. And
during every one of these ninety seconds the Union
l.. L 4
ing-tbe heartless wretch shook with laughter-by
an effort equalled only by that Of Pickwick when
Botton, the enyious haberdasher, broke the thread
of his discourse, recovered his gravity and his
voice, and, by superhuman exertions, was able to
bring the Union back TO its mOOrings, and his
speech to an end, in the space Of about one minute
History furnishes only one parallel TO this orator
ical shipwreek. The event happened in Newbury-
port, the place of Gen. Cushings esidence. Many
years ago, preacher Of that ancient town, whose
warm imagination drank in the nautical beauties OF
the locality, was descanting before large audience
upon the perils of unrepe,tant sinners as they
drfted down the stream Of time He compared
them to tenpest-tossed bark, bowling under the
hurricane every bit Of canvas torn from its spars,
and driving furiously upon adjacent breakers. At
the climax of his skillfuliy elaborated metaphor,
the minister shouted, "And how, oh how shall
the poor mariner be saved =" An old salt in the
gallery, with his whole soul absorbed in the scene,
sprang to bis feet and screamed: - Let him put
" his helm hard down, and bear away for Squam !"
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We observe in late teegraphic dispatch, in
reference to one Of the recent ncipient knockdOwns
of the harmonious cOngree alton Of individuals OF