The Caledonian

THE GREAT ARGUMENT OF THE LOCOFOCOS FOR THE CAMPAIGN OF 1844.

So important does the following seem to one of the more prominent locofocos of this County that he has sent it to us to have it advertised, and although it is a public affair, and properly belonging to that part of our paper devoted to physic and pills—among the patent advertisements—yet for the sake of convenience we give it another place. The Whigs may now see the all powerful and overwhelming arguments of the locofocos, and if they are not turned (or their stomachs) by reading this elegant locofoco production, then it will take more than one dose to do it.

A NEW COON SONG.
ADAPTED TO THE TIMES.

Ye whigs and 'whig-servatives' tell us we play,
Say, where shall we get the two dollars a-day?
And where's that roast beef that ye promised so fair;
If we would consent to place 'Tip' in the chair?
We did as you told us and voted for 'Tip'
And also for 'Ty' to help manage the ship;
We guzzled hard cider, and other stuff too,
And shouted huzza for old Tippecanoe;
We rigged ourselves up in our best 'trowsers,
And spent all our time 'lectioneering for 'coons;
Neglected our business to help out the whigs,
Our children grew hungry, and so did the pigs.
We shouted for 'Ty' and we threw up our hats.
And tried to bamboozle the old Democrats;
We sung the coon songs at the top of our voice,
And sent on to Congress the men of our choice.
We dragged our log cabin through village and town,
And did all we could to put Van Buren down;
We retailed the slander about the 'gold spoons,
And all the base falsehoods invented by coons.
At length we succeeded by hook and by crook,
And sent little Van to old Kinderhook;
'The 'White House' was then fitted up in good style,
And Harrison took the command for a while.
The feeble old man couldn't catch a sound nap,
So great was the scramble for "Treasury pap";
Soon life's purple current stood still in his veins,
And then Captain Tyler of course took the reins.
For more than two years, you've held absolute sway,
But still we don't get the 'two dollars a day';
And as for roast beef—we've forgot how it looks,
We live on the fish that we take from the brooks.
We've waited, and waited, but find it's no use,
Our patience held out like the old widow's cruse;
Long time in a state of suspense we have been,
We find you don't mean to 'fork over the tin.'
Our pockets are empty, no work can we get,
By clamorous duns we are daily beset,
We've found all your promises worthless and vain,
'Twas far better times, during little Van's reign.
Now all ye Coon Leaders, we bid you adieu,
Old Harry & Black Dan and the rest of your crew;
We see through your tricks, & your motives we scan,
You're welcome to cheat us again if you can.

"Two dollars a day and roast beef!" and who ever promised that? We challenge the whole party of locofocos to produce any well authenticated promise of any authorized persons of this kind. It is so old a locofoco humbug that it is now rotten. And supposing Whigs did thus promise if the power should be given them? What is it to the locofocos? Did they vote for Harrison? If the Whigs voted for him, and he did not keep his promise then it belongs to the Whigs to settle the matter. It is very bright, too, in locofocos, who promised better times for 12 years, and had the President and Congress, and all the power to give them—to talk to Whigs about broken promises.

Where is that gold which was to flow up our rivers, as Benton promised, and that good and abundant currency, and those better times promised by Jackson & Van Buren and their party, even when they were in office and in possession of power? These things never came. Van Buren left the National Treasury bankrupt—and his party bankrupt in all their promises

The Whigs promised, if successful in 1840, to restore the country to its former prosperity so far as a return to the old republican measures of Madison and the younger Adams would effect a restoration. They were successful—That good old republican Harrison was inaugurated: thirty days elapsed and he died.— The whig Congress had not assembled. The ma-

chinery of Government had not been put in operation by the Whigs only to purify and lessen the expenses of some departments of government under the control of the President.

In a few months the Whig Congress assembled, and found a man elected to the Vice Presidency as a Whig, in the Presidential Chair—ready to join hands with the locofocos—opposed to all the measures by the adoption of which the Whigs intended to bring about better times. To take this course Mr Tyler had been seduced by the leading locofocos—they wished to defeat the Whig measures of a Protective Tariff and for restoring to the country a good and abundant currency. And all the Whigs could get, after the most laborious efforts, was a Tariff, not in all things as they wanted, but ten times better than the locofocos would ever give to the Country—a measure which has been instrumental, in one year, of reviving business in those parts of the country which would naturally be more readily effected by a Tariff, so it is now better than it has been for the last six years, and in all parts its beneficial effects are felt more or less.

The other leading measure of the Whigs was to benefit the currency. This, Tyler, instigated by the leading locofocos, vetoed once, aye, twice—and a huzzah was raised by the locofoco party generally the country over—and they fired guns, too, as it is said their party did upon the defeat of our arms in the last war—acts, which, as they became known carried a still deeper stagnation into almost every kind of business—over which the locofocos rejoiced! These are the men who now talk of 'roast beef and two dollars a day' and that too, without shame!

And further—officers in the Government now, who are and always have been locofocos, have, within the last three months, reduced the wages of the laboring men in the Navy Yards 25 cents a day! "Two dollars a day!"—is a pretty cry for a party whose leaders teach low prices and low wages, and that laboring men can do without meat! Oh! shame! where is thy blush!

The fling of the "gold spoon story" is equally absurd. Ogle produced the bills receipted as paid—by Van Buren's under officers to sustain his charges, and the locos have denied the truth of his statements but they never have—never can disprove them. His important statements were backed by the fullest documentary evidence, and the locofoco story that Ogle backed out of his statements has been proved a locofoco forgery. Enough now for the great argument of the locos.