The Evansville daily journal. [volume] (Evansville, Ia. [i.e. Ind.]) 1848-1862, 1860-06-18
LCor Of the N. Y. Tribune.
Judge Douglas IS on Horseback"

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WASHINGTON, June 10.
The present condition of Mr.. Douglas SIS
a candidate for the Presidency, and the per-
tinacity with which he demands nomina-
ton, without regard to the consequences to
himself or his party, recall an incident which
occurred at the dinner table of the late Sec
rotary Marcy, and had run among the
good things of that day. 1t was in 1886,
after the return of Mr.. Buchanan from Lon
don, and before the Cincinnati Convention.
Secretary Marcy gave what he humorously
called " dinner to the candidates" All
whose names had been spoken of in connec-
ton with the "glittering bauble " were
present, and prominent among them were
Mr. Douglas and MIR. Buchanan.
Gov. Marcy, at intervals in the converse
ton at the table, and in the vein of quiet
humor and occasional yelled satire, which
was one of the charms of his social inter-
course, took up the candidates, or those
which he choose to consider so, seriatina, and
very much to the entertainment of the par
ty, except the anxious individual sitting at
the moment for his portrait, proceeded to
discuss the chances of each for nomina-
ton He appeared to have got through the
list, and the - Little Giant had not been
noticed. Our informant who was one OF
the guests, and who, having had the dis
tinction to be classed with the aspirants,
was Of course, a close observer of the
scene shrewdly suspected that this omission
was wanton and wicked on the part OF the
Secretary, and was purpOsely made with the
conviction that Mr.. Douglas would feel that
he had been neglected" and by reminding
the Governor Of the fact would call the
more marked attention of the other "can-
didates to what he had in reserve.
And sure enough, the I" Little Giant,
after waiting impatently for some one else
TO notice the omission, was finally compeli-
ed to say, Well, Governor, what do you
think of ma chances ?" " | beg your par
don, Mr. Douglas, for the seeming, bnt GER
tainly unintentional, neglect, said the Gov
ernor, and | shall be obliged TO tell story
10 illustrate your chances. When was q
boy, in my native town in Massachusetts,,
standing one day by the roadside, talking
with a neighbor, a horSeman, riding at
the top Of his speed, his steed frothing at
the mouth, and with TANKS bloody with the
rowel, suddenly stopped in the road before
US, and hurriedly inquired the distance tC
the next town. .sTen miles" said my com
nanion "And how long do you think i
viii take me to get there2" demanded the
excited horseman. "Why, look-r-nere, my
friend, if you ride any way decent, it vii
take you just about two hours; but if you
20 like hell and damnation you necer wiH &c
there
Of course the pertinence of the Governor
story. which had been provoked by the over
weening anxiety OF the Little Giant tt
be noticed, set the table in roar, and soor
obtained familiar currency.
A year ago, Mr.. Douglas stood very wei
South as we'll as North. But he was uneasy
and mounted the Harper" hobby, and h
has been riding it ever since, at speed quit
equal to that which was the point of Gov
Marcy's story four years ago.