The Middlebury People's Press

Middlebury.

Never before to our recollection did the Locos make a more fierce assault upon this strong old citadel of whig principles than last Tuesday. By dint of a thorough drumming up, by pledges, promises and fair professions, the train bands of the party were at last completely mustered at the polls.— Their most tried and truly popular and talented candidate Charles Linsley, Esq. was placed on the course, and run against a whig, whose speed and bottom had never before been tested. To the inexpressible mortification of the locos, Jose distances Charley (Mr. Seymour's votes included) by a handsome majority of 30. Not a tythe of the efforts made by their opponents, was made by the whigs. But they heard the clatterings of the foemen, endeavoring to ride rough-shod over the town. Their patriotism took the alarm, and locofocoism was headed, just at the critical moment she was preparing to entwine her brow with the laurels of victory Noses had been counted the preceding evening, forty majority was confidently announced to keep up the courage of their followers, and a song was composed by the editor of the Plowman to celebrate the victory over 'Lying Whiggery.' The box is turned! Lo, what a marvel! The locos opened their eyes, and gazed upon each other with astonishment. But they saw that their arithmeticians had missed a figure or two, and submitted with a good grace to a victory which they acknowledged was fairly won.—Knowing they had done all that men could do, they consoled themselves with the pious sentiment of the poet:

"Tis not in mortals to command success—