Daily Richmond Whig

By the way—the wise wight of the Enquirer, disclaims with suitable indignation, the induction of a card lately addressed through this paper, to the freemen of Virginia, affirming that the vote of the State was promised to the little Secretary. Whether promised or not—even by those who have for a series of years ventured, not exactly in form, but certainly in substance, to dispose of the vote of Virginia—we will not assert—the author of the card knows what he is about. But this we will say, that between the little Secretary and certain folks hereabout, who think they have the disposal of Virginia, there has been for a length of time, a great deal of billing and cooing; a most tender intercourse, sweetened by mutual flattery and caresses. We speak very intelligibly to the Richmond public. The parties were both skilful, and very likely there was no committal—the policy of committals being equally abhorrent to the tactics of either. There was no black and white, we will answer for it—but not the less, a perfect, though silent, understanding between the parties.

Very likely this understanding may avail the little Secretary nothing, after all his artful manoeuvring and personal condescensions, to arrive at it. He must remember the fable of Hercules and the wagoner, if he expects the aid without which, he durst not even aspire to the vote of Virginia. He must help himself—he must have a majority—and then he may count to a certainty upon our Republican cotemporary, who has a superstitious regard for numbers.