WEDNESDAY, MORNING, OCTOBER B, ls44.

"MoRE TRUTH THAN POETRY
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As readers will bear us witness, we have sought to fight the great political battle, in which we are engaged, with the arms of truth and argument, with outresoFt to verse or song any thing of the latter kind, enching on politics, has, at times, found its way into our columns it has been the contribution of another hand than ours, and without our knowl- edge. We have no wish to sing our candidate into the Presidential chair. But, we must confess, the following takes our fancy. "Lord Uln's Daugh- ter' was great iavorite of our boyhood-and who has escaped its fascination? While the following parody does, indeed orwe are greatly mistaken tain vast deal 'more of tuM than poetry" We must indulge our fancy, in giving it a conspicuous place. We endorse the prediction, and the " ides ol November" will verify it, that !" the people voted riqht"