Weekly Trinity Journal

The Patriot's Prophecy.—John C. Breckinridge, before he left the Presidency of the Senate to become a traitor to the Government that had lavished so much upon him, resided at Lexington, Fayette county, Kentucky. A few days after he received, by the disgraceful bolting from the Charleston Convention, the nomination for the Presidency, he met old Gen. Leslie Combs walking near the Post Office. "Well, John," said the old gentleman, "I see the bolters have nominated you for the Presidency."

"Yes," replied Breckinridge, "and I shall be elected too." "Elected!" shrieked the veteran, "Good heavens, John, you don't tell me you are going to accept that illegitimate bolting nomination?"

"Certainly," responded the incipient traitor, with his bland smile, "certainly I shall accept it." "Then God help you sir," retorted the old Whig, "God help you. Your fate will be that of Aaron Burr: ignominy in life, death in poverty and exile. The telegraph tells us that Breckinridge has found an asylum from an indignant and betrayed people on the shores of Cuba, and it seems as if the prophetic anathemas of the old patriot had already come home to roost upon the guilty head.—Sacramento Bee.