History, 1838–1856, volume F-1 [1 May 1844–8 August 1844]

  • Source Note
  • Historical Introduction
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<​May 13​> in your lot, while crime, cowardice, cupidity, or low cunning, have handed you down from the high tower of a statesman to the black hole of a gambler. A man that accepts a challenge or fights a duel is nothing more nor less than a murderer; for holy writ declares that ‘whoso sheds man’s blood by man shall his blood be shed’; and when in the renowned city of the notorious dropped from the summit of a senator to the sink of a scoundrel to shoot at that chalk line of a Randolph, he not only disgraced his own fame, family, and friends, but he polluted the sanctum sanctorum of American glory; and the Kingly blackguards throughout the whole world are pointing the finger of scorn at the boasted ‘asylum of the oppressed’, and hissing at American statesmen as gentlemen vagabonds and murderers, holding the olive branch of peace in one hand and a pistol for death in the other! Well might the Savior rebuke the heads of this nation with wo unto you scribes, pharisees, hypocrites, for the government and Congress, with a few honorable exceptions, have gone the way of Cain, and must perish in their gainsayings like Korah and his wicked host. And honest men of every clime, and the innocent, poor, and oppressed, as well as heathens, pagans, and Indians, every where, who could but hope that the tree of liberty would yield some precious fruit for the hungry human race, and shed some balmy leaves for the healing of nations, have long since given up all hopes of equal rights, of justice and judgment, and of truth and virtue, when such polluted, vain, heaven daring, bogus patriots, are forced or flung into the front rank of government to guide the destinies of millions. Crape the heavens with weeds of wo, gird the earth with sackcloth, and let hell mutter one melody in commemoration of fallen splendor! for the glory of has departed, and God will set a flaming sword to guard the tree of liberty, while such Mint-tithing Herods as , , , , and , are thrust out of the realms of virtue as fit subjects for the Kingdom of fallen greatness; vox reprobi, vox Diaboli!
“In your late addresses to the people of South Carolina, where rebellion budded [blank] but could not blossom, you ‘renounced ultraism’, ‘high tariff’’, and almost banished your ‘banking systems’, for the more certain standard of ‘public opinion’. This is all very well, and marks the intention of a politician, the calculations of a demagogue, and the allowance for leeings of a shrewd manager, just as truly as the weather cock does the wind when it turns upon the spire. Hustings for the south, barbacues for the west, confidential letters for the north, and ‘American system’ for the east:
‘Lull-a-by baby upon the tree top,
And when the wind blows the cradle will rock.’
“Suppose you should also, taking your ‘whole life, character, and conduct’ into consideration, and, as many hands make light work, stir up the old ‘Clay party’, the ‘National Republican party’, the ‘High Protective Tariff party’, and the late coon skin party, with all their paraphernalia, ultraism, ne plus ultraism,— sine qua non, which have grown with your growth, strengthened with your strength, and shrunk with your shrinkage, and ask the people of this enlightened Republic what they think of your powers and policy as a statesman; for verily it would seem, from all past remains of parties, politics, projects, and pictures, that you are the Clay and the people the potter; and as some vessels are marred in the hands of the potter, the natural conclusion is, that you are a vessel of dishonor.
“You may complain that a close examination of your ‘whole life, [p. 30]
May 13 in your lot, while crime, cowardice, cupidity, or low cunning, have handed you down from the high tower of a statesman to the black hole of a gambler. A man that accepts a challenge or fights a duel is nothing more nor less than a murderer; for holy writ declares that ‘whoso sheds man’s blood by man shall his blood be shed’; and when in the renowned city of the notorious dropped from the summit of a senator to the sink of a scoundrel to shoot at that chalk line of a Randolph, he not only disgraced his own fame, family, and friends, but he polluted the sanctum sanctorum of American glory; and the Kingly blackguards throughout the whole world are pointing the finger of scorn at the boasted ‘asylum of the oppressed’, and hissing at American statesmen as gentlemen vagabonds and murderers, holding the olive branch of peace in one hand and a pistol for death in the other! Well might the Savior rebuke the heads of this nation with wo unto you scribes, pharisees, hypocrites, for the government and Congress, with a few honorable exceptions, have gone the way of Cain, and must perish in their gainsayings like Korah and his wicked host. And honest men of every clime, and the innocent, poor, and oppressed, as well as heathens, pagans, and Indians, every where, who could but hope that the tree of liberty would yield some precious fruit for the hungry human race, and shed some balmy leaves for the healing of nations, have long since given up all hopes of equal rights, of justice and judgment, and of truth and virtue, when such polluted, vain, heaven daring, bogus patriots, are forced or flung into the front rank of government to guide the destinies of millions. Crape the heavens with weeds of wo, gird the earth with sackcloth, and let hell mutter one melody in commemoration of fallen splendor! for the glory of has departed, and God will set a flaming sword to guard the tree of liberty, while such Mint-tithing Herods as , , , , and , are thrust out of the realms of virtue as fit subjects for the Kingdom of fallen greatness; vox reprobi, vox Diaboli!
“In your late addresses to the people of South Carolina, where rebellion budded [blank] but could not blossom, you ‘renounced ultraism’, ‘high tariff’’, and almost banished your ‘banking systems’, for the more certain standard of ‘public opinion’. This is all very well, and marks the intention of a politician, the calculations of a demagogue, and the allowance for leeings of a shrewd manager, just as truly as the weather cock does the wind when it turns upon the spire. Hustings for the south, barbacues for the west, confidential letters for the north, and ‘American system’ for the east:
‘Lull-a-by baby upon the tree top,
And when the wind blows the cradle will rock.’
“Suppose you should also, taking your ‘whole life, character, and conduct’ into consideration, and, as many hands make light work, stir up the old ‘Clay party’, the ‘National Republican party’, the ‘High Protective Tariff party’, and the late coon skin party, with all their paraphernalia, ultraism, ne plus ultraism,— sine qua non, which have grown with your growth, strengthened with your strength, and shrunk with your shrinkage, and ask the people of this enlightened Republic what they think of your powers and policy as a statesman; for verily it would seem, from all past remains of parties, politics, projects, and pictures, that you are the Clay and the people the potter; and as some vessels are marred in the hands of the potter, the natural conclusion is, that you are a vessel of dishonor.
“You may complain that a close examination of your ‘whole life, [p. 30]
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