Daily national Democrat., 1861-01-15
The BuZzaTd.

The following clever .jeu-d'esprit, says the
Courier being but slight alteration from
Poe's Raven was published some months
since in the Lancaster (Pa.) Inquirer Since
the miserable, weak old man now, unhappi-
", President, stands trembling with imbecile
fear at the storm his own Grimes and iollie,'
have raised, and like a bigoted, besotted priest
of the dark ages cries to the people to pray
themselves free from their calamities the
"Buzzard' will apply with an increased APP
proprateness and significance. Read IT,
Once $50 the story ran on) pondered Presi-
dent buchanan over many weak and mar
row misdeed of days before. Whilst he nod
ded, nearly mapping, suddenly there came a
tapping, OF some one gently rapping-rap
ping at his chamber door IT'S someappli
can't" he muttercd, "who wants his bread
toast buttered-only this and nothing more. ,
But the silkcn and uncertain rustling of each
damask curtain thrilled him, filled him with
fantastic horrors often felt before; so that
now, to stop the beating of his heart he sat
repeating IT'S some applicant entreating
entrance at my chamber door-thi5 it is, and
nothing more"
Presently hi, soul grew stronger; hcsita-
ting then no longer-"Sir,' he said, Il beg
your pardon-your forgiveness implore, but
the fact Is, | was mapping some new policy
for trapping this Douglas 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 unbroken,
and the stiffness gave no token, and the only
thing there spoken was the whispered words,
can DER !" This he whispered, and an echo
murmured Baltimore only this and moth
ing more.
Back into his chamber turning all his soul
within him burning, soon again he heard
tapping, somewhat louder than before
Surely" said he, "surely that 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
the shutter, when with many a flirt and flut
ter, in there stepped an ugly Luzzard of the
sinful days of yore a low obeisance made
he: not minute stopped or stayed he, but
with mein of lord or lady perched upon a
bust of Dallas, just above his chamber door
-perched and sat-nothing more. And the
buzzard, sitting lonely on that plaster bust,
spoke only that one word as if his soul in
that word he did out pour. Nothing further
then he uttered, not feather then he lut-
tered till Buchanan, signing, muttered,
Other schemes were dashed before; honest
Abe will now be beaten as he even was be-
fore" Then the bird said" -"Baltmore."
Startled at the stiffness broken by reply so
apty spoken. doubtless" said he, what it
utters is its only stock and store, caught by
some unhappy fancy, with a strange siguiG-
cancy--or caught, perhaps, from Yancey-
till his songs one burden BORE the dirges of
whose hopes that melancholy burden bore, Of
baltimore"
Buchanan sat gussing, but no syllable ex-
pressing 20 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 gloated DER viewing crookedly the
lining with the gas-light gloating o'er) he
shall press, all nevermore. Then he thought
the air grew thicker, and he ordered up
some liquor, brought by acqueys whose soft
footballs scarcely touched the Brussels floor.
could not" he cried, "my plant tools break
down this bold, defiant, unyielding little
giant, whom the 'plebes almost adore ~
Quoth the buzzard "Nary time" "Proph-
ct, prophet" said he "what fate, with
many plotter, that I've failed to crush this
Squatter and pierce him to the core. lis be-
yOnd my comprehension, that this curs'd
non-iutervention should win at the conyen-
tion he'd in Baltimore-the convention of
the people that was held in BALTIMORE
"prophnt." said he, ching of evil! III send
Douglas to the devil-the Charon's steam.
power ferry on the dread Plutonian shore,
though | bring TO utter ruin yon fabric Of
the Union, SO therell be no more communion
of the States forever more; but, is there
balm in Gilead for me, | must implore ?"
Quoth the buzzard-"Never more"
"Be that our sign of parting shrieked the
President upstartng "Since it seems that
nothing can my character restore, leave
black plume as token of the sorrow you
you have spoken--leave my bitterness un-
broken-quit the bust above my door-take
your bill from out my heart, and take your
form from off my door" Qucth the buzzard
baltimore.
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 demons that
Is dreaming, and the gas-lght DER him
streaming, throws his shadow DER the floor :;
and his soul from out that shadow that is
floating on the floor mutters, Baltimore"
WILL NOT BE DRAGGED.-The Louisville
Democrat pointedly says owe do not see how
Kentuckians can have svmDath,- with South