over his hand, and was about taking mine, when I warmly
embraced his, saying—’Give me you
yet, General! Messrs. John, Louis & Co., having
consolidated their sublime power, must not entertain
the idea of making a menace over here. We have
no means of questioning the legitimate qualities of
this sublime joint-stock company; but we would advise
its keeping decidedly cool about matters this side
of the big water, lest its stock get to a very low-water
mark. This old flounder, nevertheless, is a hard
case for cooks, nor in my opinion will he be made
softer by that celebrated French cook of yours, whose
process is that of too suddenly piling on the charcoal.
In fact, I believe it not untrue that in political
cooking a Frenchman is more a man of muss than method.
This you, General, might have known before you engaged
him to cater for Spanish appetites. In truth,
(it must be told now and then, General), that black
pig you so fondly nurse, and which you can neither
tame nor make grateful, is sacrificing us to his poisonous
litter. And, too, he is dividing his own pen;
and when pigs become divided among themselves, refuse
to eat out of one trough, and threaten to devour each
other, they are sure to become an easy prey to the
bore of fractional sovereignity.’ With the
exception of the General, all listened attentively
while I spoke: he, exhibiting little concern,
arose with the calmness of moonlight, and was about
to make some remarks, as the flounder again opened
wide his mouth, which produced a pause. ‘You
are right,’ joined in the flounder; ’that
black pig’s love of territorial feasts knows
no bounds, nor will he stop at that point where justice
sets the limit; he will continue his insatiate trade
until common sense and generous sentiment interpose
and exterminate him. Here is another paper for
you—read it! It is the protest of the
people of free, enlightened, and happy New England:
they protest against being swallowed up in your black
pig’s bowels!’ Again the flounder mechanically
closed its mouth.
“’And my old governor across the water
will not view with indifference this black brute’s
ever-threatening disturbances. He watches long,
waits patiently, moves cautiously, but enters upon
the execution of his plans with monstrous method,’
interrupted Littlejohn, who spoke on behalf of his
nation, and for the status quo of nationalities
“‘I say, neighbor,’ rejoins Mr.
Sam Blowaway, a leader of the national Young American
party, ’pears how, if your old chap over there
attempts that game, he’ll get himself boots
deep into a scrape he’ll not find it so easy
to claw out on.’ And Sam got right up, and
looked brimstone at him, straight across the table.
“’I’m methodical, but not easily
repulsed: impulsive acts do not constitute valor,’
returned John, rising coolly and dispassionately.
“’Grandpapa Marcy now got up to say a
word or two, but Mr. Pierce had the floor, and demanded—Order!
Order, gentlemen!—Order in the White House!
My boys want to get me into trouble, but I feel that
I can yet regulate my own household!’ he rejoined,
with a peremptory tone that excited surprise.