Then let the trial come; and witness thou If terror be upon me,--If I shrink Or falter in my strength to meet the storm When hardest it besets me. True greatness never wavers; but when the Missouri compromise was entered into by you for the benefit of _slavery_, there was a mighty shrinkage of _western honor_; and from that day, sir, the sterling Yankee, the struggling Abolitionist, and the staunch Democrat, with a large number of the liberal-minded Whigs, have marked you as a _black-leg_ in politics, begging for a chance to _shuffle_ yourself into the Presidential chair, where you might deal out the destinies of our beloved country for a _game of brag_ that would end in--"_Hark from the tombs a doleful sound_." Start not at this picture: for your "whole life, character and conduct" have been spotted with deeds that cause a blush upon the face of a virtuous patriot. So you must be contented in your lot, while crime, cowardice, cupidity or low cunning have handed you down from the high tower of a statesman to the black-hole of a gambler. A man that accepts a challenge or fights a duel is nothing more nor less than a murderer; for Holy Writ declares that, "_Whose sheds man's blood, by man shall his blood be shed:_" and when in the renowned city of Washington the notorious _Henry Clay_ dropped from the summit of a Senator to the sink of a scoundrel to shoot at that chalk-line of a Randolph, he not only disgraced his own fame, family and friends, but he polluted the _sanctum sanctorum_ of American glory; and the kingly blackguards throughout the whole world are pointing the finger of scorn at the boasted "asylum of the oppressed," and hissing at American statesmen as _gentlemen vagabonds and murderers_, holding the olive branch of peace in one hand and a pistol for death in the other! Well might the Savior rebuke the heads of this nation with "_Wo unto you scribes, Pharisees, hypocrites!_" for the United States Government and Congress, with a few honorable exceptions, have gone the way of Cain, and must perish in their gainsayings, like Korah and his wicked host. And honest men of every clime, and the innocent, poor and oppressed, as well as heathens, pagans and Indians, everywhere, who could but hope that the tree of liberty would yield some precious fruit for the hungry human race, and shed some balmy leaves for the healing of nations, have long since given up all hopes of equal rights, of justice and judgment, and of truth and virtue, when such polluted, vain, heaven-daring, bogus patriots are forced or flung into the front rank of Government to guide the destinies of millions. Crape the heavens with weeds of wo, gird the earth with sack-cloth, and let hell mutter one melody in commemoration of fallen splendor! for the glory of America