The Daily Cincinnati Republican, And Commercial Register

THE WHIG IN ECSTACIES.
The editor of the Whig is crazy with joy, at the prospect of Gen. Harrison's success. He can neither sit still, stand still, nor lie still, long enough to digest and arrange his few ideas with which nature has endowed him. As recalculating election returns (heaven save the mark?) have been learned pigs that were his masters in figures, we can readily imagine the following scene.—Flibbertigibbity enters the Major's office. "Good morning, Major." "Good morning Flibbertigibbity." "Glorious news, Major. Harrison is running ahead, like wild fire all over the state. Can't be less than ten thousand majority. The Vans have lost in Butler. We have gained in Preble, Four hundred in Clark, and the Lord knows how many in Muskingum; six or seven hundred at least. The Vans have lost in all their counties but Hamilton. A pox take Hamilton, I say: I intend to move out of it. Too many rascally Dutch and Irishmen in Hamilton, and too many deposite banks for my taste.— But, major, we've got the state, haven't we." "That's a fact." (rejoins the major.) "Three hundred cheers for Ohio: hurrah, for Ohio: who would not be proud to belong to such a state as Ohio. Hurrah! hurrah!" and Flibbertigibbity and the Major hurrah themselves hoarse. "Give us your hand, Flibbertigibbity, for this good news. Come, let us take something upon the strength of it." The Major and Flibbertigibbity drink to the 11th of the hero of North Bend.
Major. "What do you say the majorities were, as ascertained?"
Flibbertigibity. "Glorious, Major! Harrison 15,000 majority in the state. Cant. be less. In seventeen counties which have gone for Van Buren, a thousand majority each, we will not take them in the calculation. 'They are of no account any how. Seven thousand majority for Harrison in seventeen counties? Harrison's majority in the state 15,000. The thought makes me dance."—Upon which the Major and Flibbertigibbity, commence dancing most furiously.— The door opens. Enter Simon, Slipshod, Theodosius Bluster, Peter Sneak, Jerebabal Panic, and Hezekiah Longface. They join in the dance. We leave the rest for the imagination of the reader.