Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1850-1968, 1860-12-22
TIE HERALD.
The Buzzard.

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The Lancaster (Pa.) Inquirer publishes
4 clever political jeu-desprit, which it says
has some resemblance to sThe Raven" By
Poe, AID, inoeed, appears 10 haze been only
slightly altered from that production:
Once $50 the story rsn cn) ponderedl
President Buchanan over many q mean
and narrow misdeed of days before. Whist
be nodded, nearly mapping, suddenly there
came a tapping, ofsome one gently rappng-
rapping 1T the chamber door.
lis some applicant he muttered, "whoI
wants his bread toast buttered-only this
and nothing more" But the silken sad
uncertain rlstIing Of each damask curtain
thrilled him, filed him with fantastic hor-
rors, often felt before; so that now, to stop
the beating Of his heart, he sat repeating,
IT'S some applicant entreating entrance at
my chamber door-this it is ard nothing
more"
Presently his soul grew stronger; hesi-
7ting then no longer--"Sir' said he, 81
sg your pardon--your forgiveness | inn
. ,JAore, but the fact is, | was mapping some
new policy for trapping this Douglas who
is sapping all our energy and store; and |
scarce was sure | heard YOU" Here he
opened wide thedoor. Deep into the dark
ness peering. long he stood there trembling,
fearing, doubling dreaming dreams no Pres
ident did ever dream before. But the 81
leuce was unbroken, and the stiffness gave
no token, and the only thing there spoken
was the whispered words, call DER" This
he whispered, and an echo murmured BAL
timore' -only this and nothing more.
Back into bis chamber turning, all his
soul within him burning, soon again he
heard tapping, some what louder than
before. Surely" said he, 'surelg that is
something at my window slats--let me see
if it's the rats, or the mystery explore, It's
tie. wind and nothing more" Open then,
he flung the shutter, when with many a
fiit and tlutter, in there stepped an ugly
buzzald Of the sinful days Of yore. A
low obeisance made he, not minute stop
ped or stayed be, but with mein eflord or
lady perched upon a bust of Dallas, just
above lis chamber door--perehed and
sat and--nothng more.
And the buzzard, sitting lonely on that
plaster-bust spoke only that one word, as
If his soul in that word he did out pour
Nothing further then he uttered, not a
feather then he huttered, till Buchanan,
signing muttered, "0ther schemes were
dashed before; honest Abe viii now be
beaten as he never was before" TLsa The
bird d-"Baltimore."
Startled at the stiffness broken BY reply
soaptly spoken, Doubtless said he, "what
it utters is its only stock and store caught
by some unhappy fancy with strange sig
nifcancy---or caught perhaps, from Yancy
till his songs one burden bore the dirges
ofwhose hopes that melancholy burden
bore Of baltimore"
Buchanan sat a guessing but no syllable
expressing to the fowl whose fiery eyes
now burned into his bosom's core, but he
sat and rocked, divining, with his stiff neck
then reclining on the cushions velvet lining
that the gas light gloated DER, viewing
crookedly the lining with the gas light
gloating o'er) he shall press, ali! never
more. Then he thought the air grew
thicker and he ordered up some liquor
brought by lacgueys whose soft footballs
scarcely touched the Brussels floor. "Could
not" he cried, ''my plant tools break down
this bold, defiant unyielding little giant,
whom the plebes' almost adore?" QuothI
the buzzard- MARY time" prophet
prophet" said he, "what fate, with many
a plotter, that I've failed to crush this Squat
ter and pierce him to the core.
"Tis beyond my comprehension, that this
curs'd non-intervention should win at the
convention held in Baltimore-the con-
vention of the people that was held in
Baltimore" The buzz&rd echoed, "Bati-
more.p "PIophet," said he, 'rhing Of evil !
I'll send Douglas to the deyil--the Char
on's steam-power ferry on the dread Pluto
Man shore, though bring TO utter ruin
yon fabric Of the Union, so there'll be no
more communion ofthe States forever more:
but, is there a balm in Gicad for me,
must implore 7" Quoth the buzzard-
tNevermore."
BE that our sign Of parting" shrieked
the President upstarting. "Snce it seems
that nothing can my character restore, leave
n black plume as token Of the sorrow you
have spoken-leave my bitterness unbroken
quit the bust above my door--take your
bill from out my heart and take your form
from off my door," Quoth the buzzari,
baltimore"
And the buzzard, never fitting, still is
sitting, on the plaster bust of Dallas: just
above the chamber door and his eyes have
all the seeming Of demons that is dream
ing. and the gas light Ger him streaming,
throws his shadow DER the floor; and his
soul from out that shadow that is floating
on the floor mutters, baltimore"
FINAL CANVASS OF New YoRK.-The
Board of State Canvassers of New York,
after seYeral meetings aud adionrnments.