s as this might make one ashamed of Human Nature.
We do not believe there is a steamboat in the South where a negro passing a night upon it would not have found a place to sleep.
The year 1844 was the year of Clay and Frelinghuysen, Polk and Dallas, the year of Nativism and the Philadelphia riots, the year of delirious hope and deep despair, the year that finished one era of politics and began another, the year of Margaret Fuller and the burning of the Tribune office, the year when Horace G
These are the small first-fruits of Polk's election, the younglings of the flock,—mere hints of the confusion and difficulties which will rush down in an overwhelming flood, after the Polk machine gets well in motion.
The election of Polk and Dallas changed the tone of the Tribune on one important subject.
Until the threatened annexation of Texas, which the result of this election made a certainty, the Tribune had meddled little with the question of slavery.
To the silliness of slavery as