Cedar Falls gazette. [volume] (Cedar Falls, Iowa) 1860-1895, 1860-12-07
The Buzzard.

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The Lancaster (Pa.) Inquirer publishes ,
clever political ;eu Tesprit, which It SAYS ha!
some resemblance to % The Raven" by Poe
and indeed appears to have been only slight,
altered from that production:
Once ESQ the story ran on) pondered Pres
ident Buchanan over many 4 mean and mar
row misdeed Of days before. Whilst he nod
dcd, nearly mapping, suddenly there came .
tapping, of some one gently rapping, rappine
at the Chamber door. "'Tis some applicant y
he muttered, "who wants his bread toast
buttered-only this and nothing more" Blu,
the silken and uncertain rustling Of each dam
ask curtain thrilled him, filled him with fan.
tastic horrors, often felt before; so that now,
to stop the beating Of his heart. he sat repeat.
ing, "'Tis some applicant entrcating entrance
at my chamber door-this it is and nothing
more" q" 'af E.t+-- N"I aE @F
Presently his soul grew stronger hesita-
ting then no longer" Sir" said he, beg
your pardon-your forgiveness implore, but
the fact is, I was mapping some new policy
for trapping, this Douglas who is sapping all
our energy and store and I scarce was sure
| heard you" Here he opened wide the door.
Deep into the darkness pecring. long he stood
there trembling. fearing. dreaming, dreaming
dreams no President did ever dream before.
But the silence was unbroken, and the still
ness gave no token, and the only thing there
spoken was the whispered words, +" All o'crm
This he whispered, and an echo murmurcd
" Baltimore" only this and nothing more
Back into his chamber turning, all his soul
within him burning. soon again he heard
tapping somewhat louder than before Sure
w." said he, "sur.ly that is something at my
window slats-let me see if it is the rats, or
the mystery explore; tits the wind and moth
ing more" Open, then, he flung the shutter,
when with many flirt and futter, in there
stepped an ugly buzzard of the sinful days Of
yore. A low obcsiance made he; rot min
ute stopped or stayed he, but with mcin Of
lord or lady pcrchcd upon bust Of Dallas,
just above his chamber door-pcrchcd and
sat and-nothing more. And the buzzard,
sitting lonely on that plaster bust, spoke only
that one word, as if his soul in that one word
he did outpour. Nothing further then he ut
tered, not feather then he fluttered, till Blu
chanan, signing, muttered, "Other schemes
were dashed before honest Abe will now he
beaten as he never was BEFORE" Then the
bird said" Baltimore"
Startled ut the stiffness broken by reply so
aptly spoken, Doubtless" said he, what
it utters is its only stock and store, caught by
some unhappy fancy. with strange signifi-
cancy-or caught perhaps, from Yancey-till
his songs one burden bore, the dirgcs Of whose
hopes that melancholy burden bore, of Bal.
timore."
Buchanan sat guessing, but no syllable
to the fowl whose fiery eyes now
burned into his bosom's core; but he sat and
rocked, divining, with his stiff neck then re-
clining on the cushions velvet lining that the
gas light gloatcd DER, viewing crookedly the
lining with the gas light gloating o'er) he
shall press, an nevermore Then he thought
liquor, brought by lacqueys whose soft foot
falls scarcely touched the Brussels floor
" Could not, he cried, "my plant tools break
down this bold, defiant, unyielding little giant,
whom the 'plebes' almost adorc?" Quoth
the buzzard-" Nary time" Prophet, proph-
ct" said he, "what fate, with many plot
ter, that I've failed to crush this Squattcr
and pierce him to the core. IT'S beyond my
comprehension that this cursed non-interven-
ton should win ut the convention held in
Baltimore" The bazzard echoed "Bati-
more" prophet" said he, I" thing Of evil |!
I'll send Douglas to the devil-the Charon's
stcam-power ferry OH the dead Plutonian shore
though bring to utter ruin yon fabric of the
Union, so thcrc'll be no more communion Of
the States forever more but, is there balm
in Gilead for me, I must implorc" Quoth
the buzzard-" Nevermorc."
BE that our sign Of parting" shricked the
President upstarting. "Since it seems that
nothing can my character restore, leave a
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 buzzard-" Balti-
more"
And the buzzard, never fitting, still is sit
ting, still is sitting, on the plaster bust of
Dallas, just above the chamber door; and his
eyes have all the seeming of demon that is
dreaming, and the gas light DER him stream
ing throws his shadow on the floor; and his
soul from out that shadow that is floating on
the floor muttcrs, Baltimore."
A Southern Planter Visits Lincoln.
LINc0LN's Policy AS DEFINED by HIxsELr.-
A wealthy planter, Of Mississippi, a native Of
Maury County, Tenn, and Breckenridge
Democrat, passed through this city on Sat