The Cecil Whig

The Cecil Whig.

ELKTON, APRIL 30, 1859.

There are manifest signs of a shaking in the knees of locofoism in this state. Their papers are complaining that 'party ties are loosened and party lines nearly obliterated;' some of them are proposing as locofoco candidates, men who have been standing, these few years, independent of party, in the effort to 'ring them in;' it is formally promulgated in this county that 'indifferent candidates' are sure of defeat—and every locofoco man in the county is warned not 'to thrust himself forward as a candidate in the next canvass.' The old cry that the 'villainous, traitorous, perjured Know Nothings'—so they called the American party of Cecil—was disbanded and broken to pieces, is not now the watchword. There is no shout that 'Sam is dead!'—no such boastings are in the wind, but 'suggestions' of caution are 'thrown together' and 'cunning men' are treated to a careful word of caution.

These knee-shaking locofocos have tacked with the wrong wind and the wrong tide. The adage doth not have it that rats go to the sinking ship: but that they leave it; and in this respect men have equal instinct; it is not just the hour to call outsiders to the sinking old hulk of locofoism; even 'party ties' fail to bind old party men to it any longer; and they are escaping for their lives.

We have no suggestions to make to the American Party of Cecil: it is the people's party; it is the party that has the interests of the people at stake and it will be sure to put forth candidates worthy of the people's confidence and certain to receive the people's votes.

There is a great 'to do' made in this county by a few mischievous persons, who are everlastingly keeping up a turmoil on the slavery question. They allow no peace on the subject, but are ranting about abolitionism almost every week that passes. Totally niggerless themselves, as we are informed, they assume to be the peculiar champions of the slaveholders of the county—men who for their own interests and feelings vanquish niggerish, unright as these pot-windmills are continually making. They are an injury and a nuisance to the county.