Weekly North Carolina Standard

For the Standard.

Moccasinvillz, N. C. Feb, 8. 1858.

Mr. Printer: Ned Davolt has sum wholesum

symptoms of Democracy, but he can't git over that

Know Nuthin' habit of swarin' yit; and any body that

likes ginuine, emfatic swarin' would be delighted to

hear Ned on Leak, McRay, Sime & Co., (Ned wil call

him Sime, tho' I tell him it's Sim.) You see I'm sorter

nussin' Ned up, and I go over to his offis every

day or two to have a chat with him and innoculate

Democracy into him. I've jest cum back from his offis

now, and I want to tell you what he ses.

"Uncle Pinebur," ses he, "I'll be darned—"

"Stop, Ned," ses I, "you must quit that Know

Nuthin' habit of swarin'. It's the first step toards

your reformashun."

"Well, Uncle Pinebur," ses he, "I won't swar no

more; I'll say raly, but I'll be darned—"

"There it is agin," ses I. "That old Know Nuthin'

habit has becum second nature to you. Say raly

and go on."

In this time Ned had got about half mad, and ses

he, "Uncle Pinebur, you must let me swar a leetle

this time, for I can't do justice to the subject without

it. There's Leak and McRay goin' round like two

imported animals, showin' themselves to the American

party, paradin' at every court and muster ground,

with that cussed old Virginy Sime to groom McRay,

and Leak goin' it loose, each claimin' to have the

best bone, mussle and bottom; and darn their picturs,

they'll both git to the bolton afore long, and I

don't care how soon. But what makes me the maddest

is to see that cussed old Virginy editur pretendin'

to be the central organ of the American party of

the State, recommendin' a disorganizin', trublesum

Locofoco to his party, jest as if we didn't have no

man of our own fittin' to be our candidit. And

there's McRay, claimin' to be a Dimicrat and advocating

principles jest the contrary to the Dimicratic

party. I'll swar I don't b'lieve he's sincere. And

if we take him up he'll be beat to deth, as he ort to

be; and then if we git into power he'll be expectin'

the best place we have, and we can't throw aside our

old war hosses to promote him, and then he'll kick

up and play the devil and give us more trubble than

he does the Dimicratic party, by a darned sight.—

Who ever hearn tell of a Gineral's givin' the command

of his army to a deserter from the enimy?—

Nobody likes a trater, tho' the treason may be acceptable.

If McRay was to git fully into our party

he'd be jest like the buttin' ram's head among the

dunplins. Darn me if I'd be surprised if he jines

Douglass next; for when a ambitious man begins to

try to disorganize his own party, there's no tellin

where he'll stop; and he's a disadvantage to any party

he gits into.

"Stop, Ned," ses I.

"You have a wus opinion

of McRay than I have. He's a Southern man, and

it ain't right to suspishun any Southern man of bein'

inclined to Douglas and his Black Republican allies."

"I can't help it," ses Ned, "and I shan't try, for

in his Dancy letter he ses the distribution queshtun

is of more importance than the slavery ishue; and

I don't b'lieve any good Southern man would have

sed that. The fact is,"—and Ned looked mity serious—"the

leaders or would-be leaders of the Ame-

rican party in this State, has got down so low and

dragged the party down with them, that a honest man

with proper self-respect can't foller the leaders nor

acknowledge his fellership with them. What sort

of a infernal posishun is it for the American party to

cum down from its high grounds of principle, to set

aside all its own champions, and take up a renegade

disorganizer of the furren party—a man even rejected

and repudiated by his own party—a sort of high-

bred or mofradite politishun? I'll be cussed if I go

with any sich party.

Darn me

"Ned," ses I, "don't swar no more. I see your

posishun, and it's one that only sich fellers as Jo

Smithers can stumick. Jest quit the whole concorn,

fight for the Dimocracy for 4 years as hard as you

have fit agin them, bring forth fruits meet for repentance,

and we'll give you the right hand of fellowship."

Ned looked right strait into the fire, and ses he,

"Uncle Pinebur, I'll study about it. I b'lieve the

Dimicratic party is the only hope of the nashun, and

I can't rejoice like Sime does at the signs of its dissolution,

for it's plain to every body that if it goes

down the Union goes with it; and I tellyou I'll go

for regular Dimicrats before I will for irregular ones,

and I'll stand by Mr. Buchanan as long as he stands,

as he now does, by the Constitution. The South

must be united, and it can't unite except on the principles

of the Dimocratic party."

I got right up and took Ned's hand, and told him

he was in a good way, and that I wished all his party

would take the same view of things. He sed he didn't

see how any honest member of his party could take

a different view, or how any American of proper

self-respect could vote for a disorganizer of another

party. Ses he, "Men may be convinced of error and

may honestly change from one party to another;

but they can't take up principles in opposition to

their party and still be members of that party. I

always distrust disorganizers. Nobody has any confidence

in them. Nine times out of ten they are sore

headed offis seekers, mad and desperit, and goin' on

the high preshure rule or ruin sistem."

I thought Ned had about as much Democracy as

he could digest for 3 or 4 days, and I left him. I

think he's a hopeful case, and I'll bet he votes for

the regular Dimicratic nominee for Governor this

year. I shouldn't be surprised if I have to restrain

him sum, for you know young converts is mity zealous.

For instance, I think he was unjest to McRay

in suspishunin' that he would side with Douglas.

Yourn till deth,

PINEBUR MOCCASIN.