The Evansville Daily Journal

He Wants to be Relieved.

Judge Law is in a fearful state of uncertainty. His friends are anxious to know his position on political affairs, but he is unable to tell them. Of course he is what the party is, but the party position is not yet known. The Judge can't make a speech, can hardly open his mouth, till after the Baltimore Convention, lest he may mistake the position of the party. He wants to be on the safe side this time, so he is pursuing the prudent policy of silence. He has been proverbially unlucky in his political history, and now in the evening of his days he doesn't want to lose the prize which has disappointed him thus far. In the earlier history of this part of the State, the people found Judge Law in his young manhood an ardent Whig, and desired to do him honor; they ran him for Congress, and came near success in a largely Democratic district. He was on the wrong side, so he thought, and in a few years afterwards he was a Democratic candidate with a three thousand Democratic majority to back him, and he lost the prize again. The people thought him on the wrong side that time. In 1848, his aspirations rising higher, he wrote a letter with the United States Senate in his eye; his bid was a strong one, but he lost again. And that letter still lives, and occasionally is flaunted before him to recall the disappointment and evil fate of the whilom Wilmot-proviso politician. He now thinks that letter was written on the wrong side; it failed to send him to the Senate, and has kept him out of Congress for lo! these twelve years. And now that the vision of the National capital rises again, he is determined to reach it by a different course. This time he is on both sides, at least until the Convention shows him where to go. He is for Douglas and Joe Lane—for squatter-sovereignty and Lecomptonism. All that he is certain about is that "a nigger is as much property as a mule," or at least was when he wrote that classical letter a few weeks ago, wherein he quoted Latin and such other polished literature as "let 'em rip." Wait patiently, Judge, and the Convention will soon tell you what you have believed all your political life—never had any different opinions.