of Lake Superior, and writing a series of letters which revealed the charms and the capabilities of that region.
In the same year it gave a complete exposition of the so-called Revelations of Mr. Andrew Jackson Davis, but without expressing any opinion as to their supernatural origin.
War followed, of course.
To Mr. Whitney's Pacific Railroad scheme it assigned sufficient space.
Agassiza lectures were admirably reported, with from ten to twenty woodcuts in the report of each lecture.
Gen. Taylor's nomination to the presidency it descried in the distance, and opposed vehemently.
The last event of the seventh volume was the dispute with the Herald on the subject of the comparative circulation of the two papers.
The Tribune challenged the Herald to an investigation by an impartial committee, whose report each paper should publish, and the losing party to give a hundred dollars to each of the two orphan asylums of the city.
The Herald accepted.
The report of the committee was a
e final ballot decided the contest in favor of Taylor, he rushed from the hall in disgust, and, on hlumns.
He ceased to oppose the election of Gen. Taylor, but would do nothing to promote it. The linow no chance remaining that any other than Gen. Taylor or Gen. Cass can be elected, I shall hencefnot changed my opinion of the nomination of Gen. Taylor.
I believe it was unwise and unjust.
For Gen. Taylor, personally, I have ever spoken with respect; but I believe a candidate could and shoulnow be unfaithful.
I cannot forget that if Gen. Taylor be elected we shall in all probability have away all these because of my objections to Gen. Taylor?
And then the question of Free Soil, rsaries would gladly work out for me.
Of Gen. Taylor's soundness on this question, I feel no assal.
It was felt that a serious obstacle to Gen. Taylor's success was removed, and that now the whi
His majority considerably exceeded that of Gen. Taylor in the same wards.
At the same election Mr[3 more...]
not nimble feet, and for an hour have been content to gaze on the flitting phantasmagoria of senatorial brows and epauletted shoulders—of orators and brunettes, office-seekers and beauties.
I have had something too much of this, and lo!
the hour of hours has come—the buzz of expectation subsides into a murmur of satisfaction—the new President is descending the grand stairway which terminates in the ball-room, and the human mass forms in two deep columns to receive him. Between these, General Taylor, supported on either hand, walks through the long saloon and back through other like columns, bowing and greeting with kind familiarity those on this side and on that, paying especial attention to the ladies as is fit, and everywhere welcomed in turn with the most cordial good wishes.
All wish him well in his new and arduous position, even those who struggled hardest to prevent his reaching it.
But, as at the Inauguration, there is the least possible enthusiasm.
Now and then a che<
elaborate and telling; new ink infused into the Tribune's swelling veins.
What with the supplements and the thickness of the paper, the volumes of 1849 and 1850 are of dimensions most huge.
We must look through them, notwithstanding, turning over the broad black leaves swiftly, pausing seldom, lingering never.
The letter R. attached to the literary notices apprises us that early in 1849, Mr. George Ripley began to lend the Tribune the aid of his various learning and considerate pen. Bayard Taylor, returned from viewing Europe a-foot, is now one of the Tribune corps, and this year he goes to California, and opens up the land of gold to the view of all the world, by writing a series of letters, graphic and glowing.
Mr. Dana comes home and resumes his place in the office as manager-general and second-in-command.
During the disgraceful period of Re-action, William Henry Fry, now the Tribune's sledge-hammer, and the country's sham-demolisher, then an American in Paris, sent across
ok or two which brings him great praise and some cash.
Then he writes one lecture, and not a very good one either, and transmutes a little of his glory into plenty of money, with which he buys leisure to produce a work worthy of his powers.
Bayard Taylor roams over a great part of the habitable and uninhabitable globe.
He writes letters to the Tribune, very long, very fatiguing to write on a journey, and not saleable at a high price.
He comes home, and sighs, perchance, that there are no modred and ninety-three; Theodore Parker, one hundred and twelve; W. H. Channing, thirty-three; Ralph Waldo Emerson, (did it rain?) thirty-seven; Bishop Potter, forty-five; John G. Saxe, one hundred and thirty-five; W. H. C. Hosmer, twenty-six; Bayard Taylor (lucky fellow!) two hundred and fifty-two.
In large cities, the lecturer has to contend with rival attractions, theatre, concert, and opera.
His performance is subject to a comparison with the sermons of distinguished clergymen, of which
letters from the people
the editorial rooms
the sanctum sanctorum
William Henry Fry
Charles A. Dana
F. J. Ottarson
George M. Snow
enter Horace Greeley
his preliminary botheration
the composing-room in thr of the Tribune is Horace Greeley, the Managing-Editor Charles A. Dana, the Associate-Editors, James S. Pike, William Hi. Fry, George Ripley, George M. Snow, Bayard Taylor, F. J. Ottarson, William Newman, B. Brock way, Solon Robinson, and Donald C. Henderson.
We perceive also that Mr. Ottarson is the City Editor, and that his asss, has dropped into his corner, and is compiling, from letters and newspapers, a column of paragraphs touching the effect of the drouth upon the potato crop.
Bayard Taylor is reading a paper in the American attitude.
His countenance has quite lost the Nubian bronze with which it darkened on the banks of the White Nile, as well