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things-witness the following sparkles from his speech last Friday evening at Buffalo :

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"The Democratic party now stands where it has Let those who planted themselves upon the opposite [Buffalo] platform, remain there until they can come back truly repentant. When the time arrives, the Democratic party will stand with open arms to receive the prodigals. But they -must be content to serve in the ranks, and to prove the sincerity of their repentance. It is not usually considered fair or consistent to put one in command as a captain, as soon as he returns from a party of desertion; and the masses may require that these men should at least get the smell of treachery off their garments, before they adopt them as leaders. The boatmen on the Susquehanna River have a rule that no person shall be allowed to steer until he has rowed for five years; and this is a healthy rule, if applied to those politicians who have so recently been in open hostility to the party they pretend now to rejoin. Their conversion is sudden enough to excite at least a suspicion of its honesty, and should be tested before it is trusted. A veteran fisherman was once famous for catching eels, but he would sometimes catch something else. His experience taught him that all were not eels that came to the net. He would therefore turn them out upon the shore, and all that ran for the water he took for eels, while all that ran for a stone-heap he killed for snakes. I am not sure but this is a good rule to apply at the present time to ascertain who are true and who are bogus Democrats."

Here is another good thing from Daniel, better than we often find so compactly and caustically presented in a stump speech:

"But these men [the Short-Boys], I regret to say it, were not the only ones present at that [Syracuse] Convention, who should not have been there. The Governor of the State-I allude to it with sorrow-the Governor of the State of New York was there. Perhaps he was there merely to amuse himself by making auger-holes with a gimlet-but there he was. It was the first time that ever a Governor of the State of New York was found in a Convention, lobbying and bargaining with its members, and I believe it will be the last. I know, indeed, that it will be the last time that Governor will be guilty of such an impropriety, and I do not think we could readily find another who would emulate his example. Other State officers were there also. The Controller and some others went up from the Capitol, probably to prevent their own nomination. I am very happy to say they were entirely successful. But, in spite of all these appliances, Union and Harmony were, after all, defeated. It is a singular fact, but so it is. The members of the Convention had the Governor of the State tempting them on with the spoils in front, and the Short-Boys of New York pricking them up with bowie-knives in the rear, and yet they failed to harmonize. They had everything under heaven to induce united action; and yet, behold the result!"

Just one more extract from this clever speech. It is as candid as it is characteristic:

"We have got rid of the mischievous traitors, let us keep

clear of them. It is true, they say, we are all on one platform, but when did we get there? No longer ago than last winter, when just such resolutions as the platform embodies were introduced into the Assembly; if a cholera patient or a hand grenade had been placed in their midst, there could not have been a more effectual scattering of these very men. The very speaker had to fly the house like a dog with a tin kettle fastened behind him. It was only last winter that one of their body got up and denounced this very platform, as embraced in the President's Inaugural, as damnable. Then, gentlemen, is it to be wondered at, considering the formidable head they presented then, and the tapering tail they present now, if you and I, and all of us refuse to go near them? No; I prefer imitating the action of the man, who, while attending a race, was kicked by a woolly horse which had been hitched to a post too near the path. He was much hurt, and paced the walk in fury, crying out, 'show me the man that hitched the woolly horse to the post.' When the bystanders sympathized with him, Show me the man that hitched the woolly horse thar,' was all his reply. Presently the owner of the horse, a stout-built man, approached. 'My friend,' he began, ‘I am sorry.' 'I want none of your sorrow, sir,' replied the man; 'show me the man that hitched the woolly horse thar!" 'Well,' said the owner, 'if you want to know so badly, I did; and what are you going to do about it?'

injured individual, 'I swear I'll never go

'Well,' said the near that woolly

horse again!' And, my friends, I'll never go near that woolly horse again. I have no faith in it. It will kick at any moment."

GENERAL WINFIELD SCOTT.

GENERAL WINFIELD SCOTT is a giant in stature, six feet six in his stockings, and of perfect proportions. In regimentals, and on horseback, he is the most magnificent soldier in America. Nicholas of Russia, is the only man in Europe known to fame who at all approximates to such an unusual development of form. In any age, in any country, he would have been a chosen chieftain. The Red men of the forest would have been proud of such a chief. The Romans would have followed him during a lifetime and deified him after death. No wonder Uncle Sam chose his tall, broad-shouldered nephew to be his prize-fighter. His very presence scared the Mexicans as Goliath of Gath frightened the Hebrews. Should there be a World's Fair for the display of physically great men of perfect mould, the United States would win the first premium, and Scott would wear the medal. He is a soldier-a scientific soldier, a brave soldier, a magnanimous soldier, a hero whose name belongs to history, whose fame is perpetual.

The American people have expected and exacted too much of this scarred and battered veteran. No man excels in everything. One great thing is as much as we should look for from any one man.

Divest General Scott of his regimentals, and place him on the rostrum, and we have a hundred white-livered one-horse

power attorneys who can excel him in debate, and they would shine, while he would stammer and become a laughing-stock.

Take away his sword, ask him to write, and he will wield the pen so awkwardly, that little mousing editors will denounce him, and cry "blockhead,” and a great many other delectable names which may be found in the black-letter literature of the day. That General Scott is intellectually a great man, nobody pretends to say, who is at all qualified to judge. He is great in the camp, he would be good for nothing in Congress. He is a brave soldier, but a bungling statesman. He is a capital swordsman, but a wretched speaker. He can fight well, but he cannot write so well as some of the private soldiers under his command. When he attempts to address an audience, his tongue hangs fire at first, and when it does go off, it goes off "half cocked," and never hits the mark. It is well for him he was not elected President of the United States, for a free people do not desire to be commanded, and it is more than probable, in the event of his election he would have been either the tool of his cabinet, or a tyrant over the country. In either case he would have disappointed his friends and lost the green laurels and the golden honors he has won. He would have been always eating a hasty and indigestible "plate of soup," with a most tormenting "fire in his rear."

In private life he is a most exemplary man, abjuring the use of wine, consequently, he will never fall under the influence of grape-shot. His history is so familiar to every schoolboy, I will not repeat the facts in this sketch.

His character may be summed up in a few words. He is

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