. . . one of our most staunch and reliable republicans, speaking
of the tenacity with which a portion of the northern democracy adheres to
Stephen A. Douglas, said it was a most striking reminder of the poor fox in the
fable, who, after having nearly the last drop of his life’s blood sucked from
him by a hungry swarm of flies, implored a friendly swallow that proposed to
chase them away, not to do any such thing; for, reasoned the forlorn, but still
cunning Reynard, this swarm, now partially satiated, may be succeeded by one
still more voracious, by which I may be entirely devoured. Buchanan and his
hungry swarm of office-holders have depleted the treasury, very nearly or quite
to absolute exhaustion; Douglas would finish up the business of the body
politic with his more numerous and more craving swarm. What the country needs
and desires now, is an entirely different breed of insects, one whose natural
and leading instincts are not for blood and spoils.
SOURCE: “An old friend in our sanctum,” Janesville Weekly Gazette, Janesville, Wisconsin, Wednesday, May 16, 1860, p. 2, col. 1.
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