The evening telegraph. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1864-1918, 1867-11-13


radicals or against the radicals we might
manage him, they say. Why don't he speak
out And so radical and Copperhead mana
gers seem equally determined with all his
smoking, TO smoke him out. FOrney comes
cut with flaming radical manifesto, declaring
that General Grant is sound as a roach, and
safe; that his fast friend Elihu Washburne
says so (huzzah y and that settles the ques-
tion. Straightway Montgomery Blair hurries
over to see General Grant--sees him, talks to
him, tries to pump him-and comes away with
the report that what Forney says is all stuff.
Forney retorts, in high dudgeon, that Blairs
report is all gas green cheese, and mOonshine;
and so it goes. "Old Ben Wade' says that
when he attempted to sound General Grant on
politics he talked horse, and nothing but
horse; that he lit a fresh cigar and kept on
talking horse; and so it seems that none of
these politicians are sharp enough to catch
him or to smoke him out.
All right, General, all right. Stick to it.
You have them on the hip; hold them there.
The same rule of keeping your own oounsels
till ready for the battle will apply as well to
political as to military operations. Remember
that in 1874 the anti-Van Buren, Democrats
smoked out Van Buren in letter on the Texas
question, which killed him off in the nOmi-
mating Baltimore party convention; that Henry
Clay, in 1874, in consequence of little Ala
bama letter on Texas during the campaign,
lost the vote of New York. and so lost the
White House; that Old Zack Taylor, in per-
emptorily aud persistently refusing to make
speeches, hold conversations, or write
letters on the issues of the cam
paign in ls4S, was most triumphantly
elected; that thirteen Democratic candidates,
who were smoked out in 1852 by a certain
Major Donaldson, on the leading questions of
that day, in advance, were all shelved at Bal
timoIe, and that poor Pierce, who was not
caught by Donaldson, got the prize. He was
like the fox in the lions den. He had too bad
a cold to smell anything, and so he came of
the winner. Old Buck pretty much the same.
Let General Grant remember these things, and
remember also that General Scott, in 1852 in
answering all questions from all quarters,
about everybody and everything, in writing
letters and making speeches. made the most
awful botch of it, and was defeated worse than
PembeTtOn at Vleksburg, or Bragg at Chatta-
nooga, or Lee at Petersburg and on the run to
AppomattOx Court House.
As for the Blair family General-the old
Blair and all the young Blairs-give them a
wide margin. Fremont can tell you all about
the Blairs. They are Paul Prys, they are
MaIplots, they are troublesome customers.
In fact, they are like the daughters of the
horse-leech; their cry is 'Give, give" they
are cadaverous, regular bloOdsuokers, and
they never have enough. Thurlow Weed is a
HuSSl Aoh VI tllo Sdulo opeClSS, JudL B6J lull Vi
oil by suctiOn-hat fellows, brown on the
back, white bellies, and always stir
ring up the mud. "Honest Old Abe"
tIied the Blairs-one of them in his Cabinet
and the rest among the cooks in the kitchen
but with all the gentleness and patience of
Lincoln, he at last had to say to the Cabinet
Blair, 'Your time has Gomez and thus relieved
OF the tribe, great was the Joy of "Old Abe"
As for Forney, he is a regular horgefy, though
pronounced by Andy Johnson dead duck, ."
and when he comes buzzing about your flank
switch him of, General, switch him off. This
radical or Copperhead bumpers come to pump
you, General, talk horse to them, as you talked
him to cold Ben Wade" Tell them of your
black charger at Shiloh, and how he would
compare with General Taylor's cold Whitley"
Tell them how Sheridan's horses went into the
work at the Five Forks, and what fine trotters
they have on the Eighth avenue, New York,
and in the Jerome Park, and what splendid
drives they have for fast team on the plains
of Long Branch; what fine driving you saw
there among the ladies, "equal to twO-forty on
plank road" Tell them that the Jersey
horses we'll in hand, "though rum uns to look
at, are good uns to 60" Tell them all the
fine points of the famous stallion of John Minor
Bolts, and how it is that Mr.. Johnson don't
like niggers, dogs, or horses, but doats on a
good milch COW, Talk to them on horses as a
good disciple of the stout old King Gambrinus
will talk on lager beer, and these inquisitive
politicians will get out.
The country is satisfied, General, with your
acts and your record and so you may talk
horse TO these scurvy politicians till the day
after the Presidential election.