The Plymouth weekly Democrat. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1860-1869, 1862-02-13

having passed tnat point with the speed oil
Gilpin, and not having the benefit of a
carriage like the Congressman who kicked
out of it the cowardy and tired soldiers
besmutched with their cartridges in battle,
was cheering along like the devil laugh
ter in Milton, where he is described a.
fiyAg--
Ger bog. oer steep, through strait rough, Dense
With head, hands. wings, or feet pursues his
Way. and swims or sinks, or wades or creeps,
or fcs"-
until luckily he nes-what think you,
noble Representatives. herd Of stampe,
ded cattle, who were from nay own beloved
district-Texas cattle, sir. wintered in the
Sci0to valley, and selected by their keeper
for their stampeding propensity Laughter !.
when, seizing upon the extreme rear of a
noble OK, he was borne from the fed,
holding on with vigorous prehensions to
the tail Of the animal Great laugh
ter.
\ But my colleague was un-
daunted. AS soon as Bull Run was over,
and Congress adjourned, the telegraph
thrilled both in wire and pole TO bear the
tidings west that Colonel Gurlev, of
Ohio,' was about to assume the post Of
aid to General Fremont. Fremont was
then in the ascendant. Before him lay
what seemed to be the enchanted cham.
bers of power. He had the magic lamp
which made gold as common as the peb-
bles, and my colleague fastened to his
side. Some men smiled. They thought
it strange that minister should forget the
beatitudes Of the Sermon on the Mount
for the disquietudes of the Missouri camp.
Laughter. They thought that the affiu-
ent experience Of Bull Run was not OF that
kind to excite confidence in the new field
Of Mars TO which the patriotism Of my
colleague buried him. But l, sir, knew
my colleague better admired his patriot
ism. l thought Of Peter the Hermit
Laughter. l saw in his hand the cro-
zier and sword, and Bull Run did not OBJ
scure the sign in the sky--in hoe signo
v;nces had read in Ivanhoe Of the
priestly Knight of Malta; and l knew that
this new son of Malta laughter could
carve out such reputation that tie muse
of history would proudly stoop from her
Parnassian seat to say, Let 1t be so recor
ded.' Laughter But. sir, disappoint.
ment followed close on expectation. A
week--perhaps two, OF three and Ere
mont lost his magic lamp. He waned
under the consuming lens of Blair
rhetoric Laughter.] His ill-starred
faie was preceived by my colleague.
AT this critical juncture the only paral-
lei can find for my colleague is the des-
cription which is given of Jobs war horse:
Canst thou make him afraid as e grass
hopper? The glory of his nostrils is ter.
ribs. He paweth in the valley and re-
joiceth in his strength. He swalloweth
the ground with ferceness and rage,
neither believe,h he that it is the sound OF
the trumpet. He saith among the trum.
pets, ha ha and he smelleM the battle
cfar off, [Great laughter.l The paral-
lei fails only in one regard. While the
war horse Of Job was advancing. that OF
my colleague was retreating. Leaving his
campaign in Missouri unfinished, he flaw
from Fremont to Ohio. with the certainty
celerity and security Of star bid In the
Postoffice Department. Laughter.
TRUST IN MCCLELLAN.
wish that my colleague would culti-
vate some faith in General Nc Clellan. He
is minister Of the Gospel, and is full OF
faith in the salvation of all men. l glory
in according to him the fa,les. soul liber-
ty in religion. His creed includes the
salvation of al!--embracing in It's compre-
hensive faith jeff. Davis, jeff Thompson,
Wigfall, and all that crowd Of CONSPICUOUS
sinners. Laughter. He believes that
Zollicoffer is now in glory; he can even see
Humphrey Marshall entering, as my col.
league from Cleaveland once said Of John
Brown the pearly gales of Paradise -
and that too without the enlargement ofthe
gates or the lessening Of Marshall's bulk
He can. with his eyes Of faith. aud in
his universal benevolence, see the Falstaf.
fan Kentuckian, t-.s mo:ntain Of secession
mummy. squeeze through the celestial
doors laughter. and larding the golden
pavements Of the New Jerusalem laugh.
teri; but he cannot exercise little faith,
Just the size Of a mustard seed, in the
prescience. skill. and sagacity OF our ac-
compli,hed young General.
Oh if there is one thing more beauti.
full than another. it is that trust which we
repose in another in dark hours Of trial