James Redpath, The Roving Editor: or, Talks with Slaves in the Southern States.

“Gentlemen,” said Judge Cato, “I adjourn the case, as you will notice that the United States is drunk.”

Cato himself, when in power, frequently left the bench for the purpose of “taking a smile,” as western people phrase the practice of imbibing watered strychnine at the bar of a low grocery; and more than once the Counsellors, Sheriff and Jury, weary of waiting for his Honor's return, left the Court for the purpose of rejoining him, and indulging in his habits also.

The mention of bar-rooms naturally reminds us of another celebrated Kansas official, whose name, quite recently, was in all men's mouths. I refer to Mr. John Calhoun. He has been a faithful servant of both Administrations. As early as November, 1856, he distinguished himself, at the Law and Order Convention at Leavenworth, as an ultra and bloodthirsty member of the pro-slavery party. On that occasion he hastened to inform the people that--

“I,” --this Prince of political forgers--“I could not trust an abolitionist or a free-soiler out of sight.”

That--“They” --the Free-State men--“would kneel to the devil and call him God, if he would only help them to steal a nigger.”

And again that--“I” --this veracious chief of the tribe of Candlebox--“I would not believe one of them under oath more than the vilest wretch that licks the slime from the meanest penitentiary.”

He “declared himself ready,” too, to “enforce the laws” --the enactments of the Missouri mob — and