ain that
Lincoln gives them either too little shoddy or too little nigger. What
candidate can they find who will give them more of either?

"The Chicago (Democratic) delegates must very emphatically comprehend
that they must beat the whole Re-publican party if they elect their
candidate. It is a strong party even yet and has a heavy army vote to
draw upon. The error of relying too greatly upon the weakness of the
Republicans as developed in the quarrels of the Republican leaders,
may prove fatal . . . the Republican leaders may have their personal
quarrels, or their shoddy quarrels, or their nigger quarrels with Old
Abe; but he has the whip hand of them and they will soon be bobbing back
into the Republican fold, like sheep who have gone astray. The most of
the fuss some of them kick up now, is simply to force Lincoln to give
them their terms. .

"We have studied all classes of politicians in our day and we warn
the Chicago Convention to put no trust in the Republican soreheads.
Furiously as some of them denounce Lincoln now, and lukewarm as the rest
of them are in his cause, they will all be shouting for him as the only
true Union candidate as soon as the nominations have all been made and
the chances for bargains have passed.

"Whatever they say now, we venture to predict that Wade and his tail;
and Bryant and his tail; and Wendell Phillips and his tail; and Weed,
Barney, Chase and their tails; and Winter Davis, Raymond, Opdyke and
Forney who have no tails; will all make tracks for Old Abe's plantation,
and will soon be found crowing and blowing, and vowing and writing, and
swearing and stumping the state on his side, declaring that he and he
alone, is the hope of the nation, the bugaboo of Jeff Davis, the first
of Conservatives, the best of Abolitionists, the purest of patriots,
the most gullible of mankind, the easiest President to manage, and the
person especially predestined and foreordained by Providence to carry on
the war, free the niggers, and give all the faithful a fair share of the
spoils. The spectacle will be ridiculous; but it is inevitable."(1)

The cynic of The Herald had something to go upon besides his general
knowledge of politicians and elections. The Manifesto had not met with
universal acclaim. In the course of this month of surprises, there were
several things that an apprehensive observer might interpret as the
shadow of that hand of fate which was soon to appear upon the wall.
In the Repub