Daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, Va. [W. Va.]) 1859-1865, 1860-07-28
DAY MORNING, July 28, 1860.

~ II 4 NO0S 4COOs
A little longer and he's stabbed in the
White House but, perchance the party
smell a mice
Ay, there's the rub for if they do, what
shutting
Will avail me What skillful dodging,
then
This makes calamity of my public life,
Thus to have horne the whips and scorus
of party,
Endured mine own constituencies con-
tempt.
The pangs of hope deferred-the long de-
lay.
The insolence of Office and the sneers
OfJ just men, and then not be the nominee
Thus conscience does make towards of us
all. Enter Richdrdson7
Ha, good Richardson, what news from
Charleston?
RichHrdson-Bad news! the Soutberners
yelpcd on by Buck, Slidell,
And 6ancy, are making hell's work at
Charleston.
They say they first lost faith in you, when
you
Betrayed your own constituency.
Ghost Of Mss O"ri Compromise rises.
DOWgl0s-See
Richardsom-What is't. good Douglas, I
see nothing.
DougIas-Avaunt! quit my sight! let
the earth hide thee.
There was no speculation in thee, why
mock
This ruthless hand. Hence horrible shadow!
Ghost disappears.
observation-disclosures unwcll, man, take
drink and be yourself
They drink
DougIas-I tell thee, Richardson, that
deed sits heavy
On my soul. We thought, four years ago,
that blow
Would raise me to the state I somuch COW
But now it's farther off than ever
Enter Count de DirteUir0uc7
DirtewirQWe-Hail,g good friends!
DoWgiaS and RicharIs0u-What news?
Drtewirquc-We bafflcd, futled-but
am dry, lets take II drink.
IHey ydyiuk-DOuylas chokcs7
What news? iorsOoth, here have |, with our
good friends,
Been hunting niggcrs, till I'm loathsomc
to myself,
For Southern lords, and here's the thanks,
Slidcll has
Spit on me, and all have left the camp;
our friends
Are scattered i'll confusion; they could not
make Il
Nomination, and have fed to meet at
Baltimore. Thus for our scheming, pitiful
In servile cringiug, has come to naught.
But one poor chance is left u.s. Hurk!
Singing heard sOitAouL.
Death to the Dodger, and death to the
The people, the people are crying;
The rider spurs braveIy, well is his need,
Bat the steed is exhausted and dying
For Popular Sovereignty never will go
No No!
Popular Sovereignty never will go.
Hail to the chieftain, welcome the day.
Great Lincoln is our chosen leader,
His terrible name, our strength in the fray, i,
Shall vanquisl rank, file and seceder
Then Lincoln and Hamliu forever,
And ever.
Lincoln and Hamlin forever.
DoWIas-As though my cup of bitter
ness was not yet
Full, this man, who, of all men l most do
hate
And dread, must threaten me with ruin !;
but
The spell is working.
ACTII.
Sccne-An open place, MWndsy and lightning
-ERtcr three uitcheS.
First Vitch-Thrice, the Yancey cat
hath mew'd,
Second IFtch-Thrice, and once the Buck
nig whind.
Third Yitch-Helper cries, tits time tits
time.
First UItcd-Round about the cauldron
go,
In the poisoned matter throw
Peoples favor trusting friends,
Sacrificed to selfish ends,
Cunning in its own net got,
Boil thou first i'll the charmed pot
-AU-Bubblc, bubble, toll and trouble
Fire burn and rauldrou bubble
Second WUch-Skin of negro, slick and
black,
In the cauldron boil and bake,
Strip of ancient compromise,
Heart of Brodcrick's sacrifice,
Squhttcr Sovereignty fling,
With the Drcd ScOtt's venom sting,
Murdered men in Kansas struck,
Liver of uncouquered Back,
For charm of powerful trouble
In the cauldron boil and bubble.
-1H-Bubble, bubble, toll and trouble,
Fire burn and cauldron bubble.
Third Hitch-By the pricking OF my
thumbs,
Something wicked this way comes,
Open locks whoever knocks.
Enter Douglas.
DOHgLas-How now, you hGrrid hngs,
I've need of you.
AH-Speak, speak, it shall be done.
Do"ylas-Then conjurc you by that
give, and you
Profess, answer, shall be President?
-4H-Vain we've tried your horrid spell,
With ingredients of hell,
Tho the cnuldrOn holland bubble,
With the broth of powerful trouble,
Tho the fire ierceIy burns,