Weekly Trinity journal., 1861-01-19
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The Bu1zard.

The following clever jeu d'esprit, being but
slight alteration from z Poe's Raven" was pub
lished some months since in the Iancaster tPa)
Inquirer Since the miserable, weak old man
now, unhappily, President stands trembling
with imbecile fear at the storm bis own "crimes
and follies" has raised and like a bigotcd, be-
solted priest Of the dark ages, cries to the pco
pie to pray themselves free from their calami-
ties, the "Buzzard" will apply with m increased
appropriateness and significance. Read it:
Once $50 the story ran on) pondered President
Buchanan over many a weak and narrow mis-
deed for DAYS before. Whilst he nodded, nearly
mapping suddenly there came tapping OF
some one gently rappiug tapping at his cham
ber door. "'ris some Applicant he muttered,
4" who wants his bread toast battered only this
and nothing moren But the silken sad uncer-
tain rusiling of each damask curtain thrilled
him, filled him with fantastic horrors, often felt
before 50 that now, to stop the beating OF his
heart he sat repeating, "'Tis some applicant
entreatng entrance at my chamber door thlS
it is, and nothing more"
Presently his soul grew stronger; hesitatng
then no longer" Sir said he "I 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 lnd
Here he opened wide the door. Deep into the
darkness pecrng 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, ''All o'erl" This he whispered, aud an
echo murmured Baltimore only this and
nothing more.
Back into his chamber turning, all his soul
within him burning, soon again he heaVd
tapping, somewhat louder than before. "Surely'
said he, "surely that is something at my window
sats.-let me see If il is the rats or the mystery
explore It's the wind and nothing more
Open, then, he flung the shutter when with
many dirt and Hutter, in there stepped an ugly
! buZzard Of the sinful days of yOre. low
/ obeIsance made he not minute stopped o.
! stayed he, but with mien OF lord or lady preehed
upon bust Of Dallas just above his chamber
!, door-prcchcd and sat and--nothng more. ANA
"tke buzzard, sitting lonely on that plaster-b9st
! spoke only that one word Ms If his soul in that
! worC9he did out pour Nothing further then he
uttered, not u feather then be futtered ti ju-
chanan, sghiOg, muttered "Other schemes were
dashed before honest Abe will be beaten as he
even was before Then the bid said" Balti-
more
Startled at the stiffness broken by reply 90
aptly spoken, " Doubtless" said he " what it ut
ters is its only stock and store caught by some
unhappy fancy, with n strange signidcancy-or
caught, perhaps, from 1anGeY I'LL MS songs one
burden bore, of " Baltimore
Buchanan sat guessing. hut no syllable OK
pressing to the fowl whose fiery eyes now burncd
into his bosom's core but he sat and rocked
diyining, with his stif neck then reclining on the
cushions velvet lining that the gas-light gloatcd
DER, viewing crookedly the lining with the gas
light gloating o'er) b. shall press, ali never
more, Then he thought the air grew thicker,
and he ordered up some liquor, brought 10y lack
eys whose soft footballs scarcely touched the
Brussels floor Could not he cried, my
plant tools break down this bold, defiant, un-
yielding little giant, whom the 'plebes almost
adore?' Quoth the buzzard-" Nary time
" Prophet, prophet said he, what fate, with
many a plotter, that I've failed to crash this
Squatter aud pierce him to the core. 'fis beyond
my comprehension, that this curse noninterveu-
ton should win at the convention held IN Bait
more The buzzard echoed, Baltimore.
Prophet" said he, thing Of evil! Ill send
Douglas to the devil--the Charons steam-powe
ferry on the dread Plutoniau Shore though |
bring to utter ruin yon fabric Of the Uuion, 50
there'll be no moro communion Of the states
forevermore but, is there n balm in Gilcad for
me- | must mploreY" Quoth the bazzHd-
Never more"
"Be that our sign of parting shriebed the
President upstartlng. Since 1t seems that
nothing can my character restore leave a black
plume as a token oi the sorrow you have spoken
leave my bitterness unbr0ken-quit the bust
above my dOOr--take your bill from out my
heart aud take your form from off my door
Quoth the buzzard--" Baltimore
Aud the buzzard, never fitting, still is sitting
stll is sitting, on the plaster bust of Dallas just
above the chamber door and his eyes have all
the seeming Of Il demons that is dreaming, and
the gas light DER him streaming, throws his
shadow DER the floor aud his soul from out
that shadow that is floating on the floor muLters,
Baltimore"