The Iowa transcript. (Toledo, Tama County, Iowa) 1858-1866, 1861-01-17
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The Lancaster Pa.) H4s:rer pub
fishes = clever political jeu Ie.prit
which j. to say has some resemblance
to "The Raven BY Poe, and indeed
!. appears to have been only slightly al
tered from that productions:
Once 80 The story ran on) pondered
President Buchanan over many mean
and narrow misdeed Of days before
/. Whilst he nodded, nearly napoing, sud.
denly there came a tapping, of some
one gently rapring, ,apping at my
chamber door. "'Tis some applicant .
he muttercd, .who wants his bread
toast, buttercd-only this and nothing
more" But the silken sad uncertain
rustling Of each daniask curtain thrilled
! him, flied him with fantastic horrors.
often felt before; go that now, to stop
the beating Of his heart, he sat repeat
ing, "'Tis some applicant entreating
entrance at my chamber door-this it
is and nothing more"
Presently his soul grew stronger
hesitatis9 no longer-"Sir," said he, II
beg your pardon-your forgiveness
implorc, but the fact is, I was mapping
some new policy for trapping this
Douglas who is sapFing all orr energy
and store; and I scafcc was sure I
heard YOU" Here he opened wide the
door. Deep into the darkness peering,
long he stood there trembling, fearing,
dreaming, dreaming dreams no Presi-
dent did ever dream before. But the
silence was unbroken, and the stillnes
gave no token, and the only thing there
broken was the whispered words, /" All
o'er!" This lie whispered, and an echo
murmufcd s'Raltimore : only this and
nothing more. &
Back into his chamber turning, al
his soul within him burning, soon again
he heard a tapping somewhat louder
than before. s'Snrcly," said he, 'ssure-i
ly there is something at my window
slats-let me see if it is the rats or the
mystery explore; It's the wind and
nothing more" Open then, he flung
Tie shutter, when with many fiirt and
tinter, i'll there stepped anu.ly buzzsrd
Of the sinful days of yore. a low obei-
sance made he; not minute stopped
or stayed he, but with mein of lord Or
lady perched upon ! bus. Of Dallas,
just above his chamber door-perthed,
and sat ana-nothing more. And the
bnzzard. sitting lonely on that plaster
bust, spoke only that one word, as if
his soul in that one word he did cut
pour. Nothing further then he uttered
not a feather ther he fluttered, till Bu-
chanan, signing, muttercd, "Cther
schemes We're dashing before; honest
Abe will now be beaten rs he never
was betore.'' Then the. bird sid ..Bal-
timorc.n
Startled at the stiffness broken BY
reply. so ap,'y spoken. "Doubtless,"
said he, "what it utters s its only stock
and store, caught by some unhappy
fancy, with a strange signiticancy-orI
caught, perhaps, from Yancy-till his
songs one burden bore, the dirges of
whose hopes that melancholy burden
bore ofs Baltimore
Buchanan sat guessing, bnt no .syl,
liable expressing to the fowl whose frey
eyes now burned into his bosom's core;
but lie sat and rocked, diving, with his
stiff neck then reclining on his cushions
velvet lining that the gass light gloated
Ger, viewing crookedly the lining with
the gas light gloating o'er) he shall
press, an! nevcrmorc. Then he thought
the air grew thicker, and he ordered up
some liquor, brought by lacqueys whose
soft footfalls scarcely touched to the
Brussels floor. "Could not" he cried,
my plant tools break down this bold,
defiant, unyielding little giant, whom
the splebes' almost adore?' Quoth the
buzzard-"Nary time." Prophet,proph-
et," said he, .what fate with many a
plotter, that I've failed to crush this
squatter and pierce him to the core
'Tis beyond my comprehension that this
cursed non intervention should win at
the convention held in Baltimore-the
convention Of the people that was held
in Baltimore" The buzzard echoed
Baltimore" Prophet" said he,
''thing of evil! I'll send Douglas to the
devil Caron's steam power ferry
on tho dead Plntonian shore, though /
bring to utter ruin yon fabric Of the
Union, 50 there'll be no more commun-
ion Of the States forevcrmore but is
there balm in Gilead for mo, I must
implorc ?" Quoth the huzzard-"Nev-
ermore." .g, @ .