better than declaratory words, how absorbed Mr. Greeley
was in politics during this famous “campaign.
” It is a funny story, and literally true.
Time,—Sunday evening. Scene,—the parlor of a friend's house.
Company,—numerous and political, except the ladies, who are Gracious and hospitable.
is expected to tea, but does not command the meal is transacted without him. Tea over, he arrives, and plunges headlong into a conversation on the currency.
The lady of the house thinks he “had better take some tea,” but cannot get a hearing on the subject; is distressed, puts the question at length, and has her invitation hurriedly declined; brushed aside, in fact, with a wave of the hand.
‘Take a cruller, any way,’ said she, handing him a cake-basket containing a dozen or so of those unspeakable, Dutch
The expounder of the currency, dimly conscious that a large object was approaching him, puts forth his hands, still vehemently talking, and takes, not a cruller, but the cake-basket, and deposits it in his lap. The company are inwardly convulsed, and some of the weaker members retire to the adjoining apartment, the expounder continuing his harangue, unconscious of their emotions or its cause.
His hands, in their wandering through the air, come in contact with the topmost cake, which they take and break.
He begins to eat; and eats and talks, talks and eats, till he has finished a cruller.
Then he feels for another, and eats that, and goes on, slowly consuming the contents of the basket, till the last crum is gone.
The company look on amazed, and the kind lady of the house fears for the consequences.
She had heard that cheese is an antidote to indigestion.
Taking the empty cake-basket from his lap, she silently puts a plate of cheese in its place, hoping that instinct will guide his hand aright.
The experiment succeeds.
Gradually, the blocks of white new cheese disappear.
She removes the plate.
No ill consequences follow.
Those who saw this sight are fixed in the belief, that Mr. Greeley
was not then, nor has since become, aware, that on that evening he partook of sustenance.
The reader, perhaps, has concluded that the prodigious sale of the Log Cabin
did something to relieve our hero from his pecuniary embarrassments.
Such was not the fact He paid some debts