The Bedford gazette. [volume] (Bedford, Pa.) 1805-current, 1863-11-13
Letter from Maier Jack Downing
NUMBER TwENTY-slx.
DowNlNGyILLE. Oct. 2!


To the Eotters Of the DubooI:. sa
SURs:-'Cause your readers hain't herd
from me lately, 'spose they think I'm ded
or gone over to the Abolishinists, which is
a tarnal sight wus; but I amt in neither
fix. I'm pretty well, jest now. The hot
wether, durin' the summer, kinder tried me,
but carry eighty years jest about as well
as any man ever did. The resin you amt
herd from me is Jest this I've been feel
in uncommon gloomy and down-sperited
all summer. Everything seemed to be goin
from bad to wus. Linkin wouldn't take my
advice an cum out agin the Abolishinists,
but issued his free Niger proclamashin rite
agin the law an the Constitushin both.-
Wal, things have gone down hill rapid sence
then. The Dimmycratic party didn't cum
out bluntly agin this proclamashin, but kept
on snpportin' the war an the consequence
is, it has been whipped all around. Poll
tics are gettin' down to first principles. =
The Dimmycratic party reminds me of old
deacon Doolittle's youngest boy, Bob
| When Bob was about fifteen years old, lie
was the most awful liar ever knew. An
he would not only lie, but he used to steal
the other boys dinners out of their baskets
One day, at school, the teacher undertook
to whip him, an Bob jumped out of the
window all run hum across lots, frightening
on his way Old Sol Pendcrgrass's bay mare
so badly that she broke her leg in tryin' to
jump over fence, an died the next day.
The old Deacon called Bob up, an gave
him terrible whippin.' As he was about
closin' up the job the Deacon, ses he, "Bob,
why can't you behave yourself?" 'Wal,
Pop" ses Bob, drawlin' ont the words be-
tween the blubberin', ''the resin is Jest this /:
I cunt dehaue au,lsss I an AcAe1:" An
jest so it is with the Dimmycraic party
1t can't behave itself unless it's licked.
should think its late thrashings ought to
put it on its good behavior.
Things are now jest as bad as they kin
be, and that is what encourages me. | shall
never forget Heziakiah Stebbins, who lived
away up in the upper part of Penobscot.--
One winter it had bean awful cold weather,
and 'Kiah had had wonderful bad luck, and
towards spring it seemed to get worse in
stead of better. He had lost his horse
and his cow, and his chickens, and all his
pigs but one. Finally that died, and the
next day | happened to go up to his house
to see how he was getiin along. I found
the old man happy as a lark. He was sing
in and shoutin as if nothing had happen'd.
When | went in ses |, "eKiah, what on
airth is the matter7" "Oh,"ses he, sthe
last pig is ded," and he went to iumpn and
clappin his hands, as if he was the happest
man in the universe. Ses /, '.what poses
ses you to act so? p ''Wal, ses he, ''things
can't be no wus. The last pig is ded! any
thing that happens now must be for the
BETTER" And just so it is with the Dim
mycratic party. Anything now that hap
pens to it must be for the better. and /
must confess that l feel good deal like
'klah. L don't feel at all like settin down
and cryin like sick baby over split milk,
because we've been whipt in the late cleo
shins. That amt the way old Ginral Hick-
ory jackson taught me Democracy. q
The other day Igot a letter from Linkin,