The Buchanan County guardian. (Independence, Buchanan County, Iowa) 1858-1864, 1860-12-25
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LilC uShu.
The BnzSard.
The Lancaster Pa. Inquirer publish.
es clever political jeu desprit, which il
says has some resemblance to The Ra-
yen," by Poe, and, indeed, appears tc
have been only slig htIy altered from that
production
Once $50 the story ran on) pondered
President Buchanan over many u mean
and narrow misdeed of days before
Whilst he nodded, nearly mapping, sud
denly there came tapping, of some one
gently rapplnS-raPpirg at the chamber
door. lis some applicant" he NUT
tered, who wants his bread toast but
tered-only this and nothing more. -
But the sIIken, sad, uncertain rustling
of each damask curtain thrilled him, fill
ed him with fantastic horrors, often felt
before 50 that now, 70 stop the beating
OF his heart, he sat repeating, IT'S
some applicant entreating entrance at my
chamber door-this it is, and nothing
more"
Presently his soul grew stronger hes
ltatlng lhen no longer" Sir" said he,
" | beg your pardou-your forgiveness l
!mplore, but the tact is, ! was mapping
som enew policy for trapping this Doug
las who is sapPing all our energy and
store; and scarce was sure heard
you" Here he opened wide the door
Deep into the darkness peering, long he
stood there trembling, fearing, doubling.
dreaming dreams no President did ever
dream before. But The silence was un-
broken, aud the Stiffness gave no tokea,
and the only thing there spoken was the
whispered words, " All Ger !" This he
whispered, and an echo murmurei Bal
timoro only this and nothing more
Back Into his chamber turning, all his
sou! within him burning. soon again he
heard tapping. somewhat louder than
before. !" Surely said he, " surely that
IS something at my window slats-lct me
see Ii 1t is The rats, or the mystery eN-
Plore lis Tie wind and nothing more"
Open, then, lie flung the shutter, when,
wl,h many nIrt and fluuer, in there
stepped an ugly buzzsyd Of the sinful
days Of yore. \ low obeiSance made he !;
not minute stopped or stayed he. bat
with mein Of lord OF lady pefched upon
i bust ot Dallas. Just above his chamber
door-perched and sat anI-nothng
more. And the buzzard, sitting on that
plaster bast, spoke only that one word.
rs il his soul in that word he did out
pour. Nothing further then he uttered,
not feather then he huuered, till Bu-
chanan, signing mu,,ered, Other
were dashed before; Honest
Abe viii now be beaten rs he ever was
before Then the bird SAID" Bal.;-
more"
Startled at the stiffness broken by re-
ply SO aptly spoken. " Doubtless, said
he, 4" what II ulters IS lis only stock and
store, caught by some unhappy fancy,
with strange slgnidcancy caught,
perhaps, from lancy till his songs one
burden bore, the dlrges OF whose hopes
that melancholy burden bore, vi Baiu-
more"
Buchanan sat a guessing. but no sYl.
liable expressing 70 the fowl whose fiery
eyes now burned into his bosom's core
but he sat and rocked. dyining, with his
stiff neck then reclining on the cushions
velvet lining tha. the gas light gloalad
. er, viewing creokeliy the Inning with
the gas light gloatias o'er) he shait press
all F! neterm9.e Tayn he thought the
air grew thicker, ana he ordered up some
liquor, brought by laequeys whose soft
footballs scarcely touched the Brussels
lioor. 1" C9uli not, Ia cried. =" my pm.
ant tools break down this bold, dedaat.
nnylal4Ins .iaie : an,, whom tie p.ybee
almost adore p Quoth lie buzArd-
Nary time Prophet. prophet.
said he, ''wAat a fate, NIth many plot
ter that I've h.iei 20 crash thls squat
ter aud pierce hIm 10 the core. It's
beyond my comprehension chat TIL,
curs'i nol -Iu,er, cation should win ut
the conveatioa held IN Balumoro-ibe
convention q. the people .haL Was held at
Baltimore. Iae bulzagl echoed . BAL
umore Prophet. said he " tulu.
ot evil. Ill send Douglas 10 the de,u
1.-The Charon' ; steam power ferry on The
dread Piutonian shore though | bring
10 utter rum you fabric ol the Union. 50
Jhcre'il be no moro communion OF the
States forever more bu.. is there balm
ia GI.ead for me. must lmpIore ?'
Quolh the buzzard--" Nevermore"
BE tia, our sign Of parting" shreik
ed the President ups,aruug Since
il seems that nothing can my character
restore leave black plume rs token
ol the sorrow you have spokeu-lsaSe
my bitterness uuhguken-quit tie bus
above my door take your bin from oui
my heart. and take your form from oll my
door Quoth the buzzUd. {" Balu-
more,
And the buzzard. never lu,ing, sill
is sitting, still is sitting, on the pla,lel
bust Of Dallas. just above the chamber
door ; and his eyes have MI the seeming