Watertown Republican

CHASE AND HIS AMBITION.-A lady who writes very charming and withal very sensible letters from Washington to the Independent, thus touches up Chief Justice Chase on his hopeless ambition:

The Chief Justice comes forth from his robes of office, and arm-in-arm with a Democratic friend enters his open carriage and rolls along the avenue. His frame is grand; he sits erect; his gray hair flowing back with the wind, a kingly-looking man. The people exclaim as he passes, There goes the Chief Justice! and turn and gaze after the gay barouche, glittering in the sun. And the august man sits proud and conscious while they gaze. The most ambitious hopes of an ambitious lifetime again beat strong and assured in his breast. Once more his machinations seem to be working towards a triumphant issue. The combinations, the plans which he has organized, managed, held-which time after time have been baffled and defeated-he now sees quickening once more in prophetic action, apparently bearing him on toward the only seat of power which can satisfy his ambition. Let him fail to gain this, the summit of his desire, and to him all life will be a failure. Despite the kindling of hope, defeat is graven on his face and it is graven in his nature. You will fail, Salmon P. Chase, as every man must fail who sets his own glory before him as the sole end of effort and of action. For the man who sacrifices the noblest attributes of his manhood, to secure his own aggrandizement, in the end immolates himself.