New-York daily tribune. [volume] (New-York [N.Y.]) 1842-1866, 1860-08-11
THE DEMOCRATIC PARTY.

Some ingenious mOralst, whose name should
have been remembered, has depicted the astOnish'
ment of an angel who, upon his terrestrial arrival,
should alght upon battlefield, to witness the
gore and to be greeted by the groans, to grow
pale at the passions, and to admire the dabolical
ingenuity of contending men. But droller or
drearier sight-just as, after his celestial expert
ences, be might regard it-would meet, through
the medium of his spectacles, the orbs of the late
Andrew Jackson, should he have permission to take
O dogs dip and earthly diversion. suppose ne
should CONCEIVE put it to the people in Tammany
and, after good washing an easy shave, and
a few tugs at kind of glorifed corn cob pipe,
should inquire for the Democratic Party. Good
Heavens, Dir. James Buchanan Old Public
Functionary Ancient Buck suppose, upon some
Silly night, after you have taken your nocturnal
soother, have been nicely tucked up by your
attendants, have said your usual prayers-suppose
the spirit of Jackson, with three distinct raps
upon the decanter at your bedside, should appear,
and should furiously eIclaim: "Where is my
" Democratic Party 2" Would mt you feel, Mr..
President, very much as Cain felt when those i'm
Fortunate inquiries were made for his brother Abel
Not that we consider the Democratic party dead.
1t is certainly alive and kicking-but it is
divided into an extraordinary number of little
factions, and each faction happens to be
kicking another faction. The details of dlsin-
tegation cucumber the newspapers When a
distinguished Democrat is announced to make
a speech, at this int or the othe-, every
body ia on nettles, except the Republicans. We
know very well that before he can reach us he will
squander recklessly his whole supply of wind in
abu ing his quondam associates. For instance:
Judge Douglas has been meandering through New
England, emitting speeches at railway stations,
speeches from hotel windows, speeches at college
dinners, speeches in the morning in his dressing
gown, speeches at noon in his coat and collar,
speeches at night in his night cap, speeches softly
saponaceOus, speeches inyectiyely ferocious,
speeches with something in them, and speeches
with nothing in them. Here was an opportunity
of rasping us-did he do it Not at all. He
rasped the other folks. Whenever he turned up
bis shirt sleeves, it was to put Mr.. Buchanan's an
tisue nose out of joint, or to deliver his " one
" two" upon the infant countenance of Mr.. Brock
inridge. There was time when q Democratic
profession meant plums, pudding, porridge,
plenty in pot and pocket. Now, poor devil, Who
would not 60 to war with his bread and butter,
must consider his ways, and be certain that he is
Of the right sort In the Boston Custom House,
divers poor devils have been kicked from their
stools for the sin Of admring the Small Giant In
this City, Post-O6ice underling might safelier
appropriate to his own fifty bushels of stamps,
than av ,w himself devotee Of d. In other parts
of the country 9 Breckenridge man can declare
himself only at the risk Of tar, feathers, rails.
Editors Of Democratic newspapers, especially if
they hold some small Office, or entertain some Fee
bic hope Of one, are usually employed in running
up flag in the morning, in pulling it down at noon,
and in raising it again at night. There never was
so much maternal fighting Family quarrels are
not usually of the mildest nature; but these seem
to us to be uncOmmOnly brisk. .T
Now we suppose that We have been telling the
reader nothing new; for if he has eyes TO read this
paper, be has eyes to see what is going on about
him-and pretty spectacle it is. But it may be
well enough for us all to remember that this pitia
bic position into which great party has been
plunped-this sudden shift from opulence to bank.
ruptcy, and from front united TO struggling fac
ton is the ripe and equitable result Of political
rasoality. Ii the late Brooks Of S. G., when Dir.