he question was raised in 1846, he was in a blustering hurry to take ground for it,... but soon he began to see glimpses of the great Democratic ox-gad waving in his face, and to hear indistinctly a voice saying: Back!
back a little!
He shakes his head, and bats his eyes, and blunders back to his position of March, 1847; but still the gad waves, and the voice grows more distinct and sharper still: Back, sir!
back, I say!
and back he goes to the position of December, 1847, at which the gad is still, and the voice soothingly says: So!
stand still at that!
A party of gentlemen, among whom was a doctor of divinity of much dignity of manner, calling at the White House one day, was informed by the porter that the President was at dinner, but that he would present their cards.
The doctor demurred to this, saying that he would call again.
Edward assured them that he thought it would make no difference, and went in with the cards.
In a few minutes the Pre