The Union And Journal

Hon. E. K. Smart (the copperheads have a weakness in bestowing titles upon all who walk the tow-path of their canal,) has some very pleasant reminiscences of the last Copperhead convention, where he "come out" into the liberty of one of the saints. We commiserate the feelings of the cops. who saw with dismay that Ephraim was bound to pass around his half turned cake with the convention's ladle. Somebody in the convention read resolution that "the bonds ought to be taxed." Ephraim then says, "We sprang to the floor, and the resolution passed by an overwhelming majority [the effects of his springing]. The bond conspirators looked blank." That was a bad state of affairs, but not as bad as when, as he subsequently relates, the convention tried to stop his mouth. Then they tried to buy him to keep still, but E. K. S. was never known to keep his mouth shut when there was anybody to hear him talk. But he "comes to time" again, and says he wouldn't be gagged down, because "he thought the time had gone by to insult honest advocates of a true principle, as a means of patching up gubernatorial support from men who have been steeped in treason for five years past." Hold up, Ephraim, you are getting personal towards your new. old friends!

But we will let him tell his own story. We had magnanimously given Marcellus Emery, G. L. Boynton, A. L. Simpson and other Vallandigham and Jesse D. Bright men, who have long floundered in the offensive mire of rank treason to the country, a last chance to crawl like filthy cats upon a dry rock of honest bond taxation, for which they should have been grateful but as a recompense we were to be silenced by the screeches of the sickening crow. We doubt if even the services of Buxton, at the place from which our forces made such a masterly retreat, will sanctify his association with this remarkable conspiracy, manifested by his running round the Convention while we were speaking, and begging members "not to applaud" our advocacy of the equal rights of man! We hope we are duly sensible of his service to the country but when he was taken at Bull Run, we thought of "the buxom widows" of forty at the battle of Ismail, and that had he been present, there would have probably been forty-one, which would have spoiled the metre of the immortal Byron!

But to go back, we were called out. One of the worthies, (to head us undoubtedly,) made a motion to adjourn (there had been a passing round of these men to promulgate this great strategic idea of adjournment) but we told the Convention that we proposed to speak. The poor devils now found out their power. They were promptly voted down! They then attempted to prevent our speaking by calling for Clay, of Gardner, but the game was up—we spoke!