For the Signal.
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Mr. EDIToR-Itis is seldom that | meddle
with politics, or suffer my attention to be
directed TO the arena of political strife.
yet there are occasions when the pover
OF language kindles the latent fires thai
were wont TO dwell within me and cali
forth feeble effort to open my soul and
express my admiration for specimen OF
Mtamtnism unparalleled and unmatched
even BY Cobbeu, of the Porcupine, or
Galpin's ''gray goose quill"


Thus have been awakened from my
Rip Van Wrinkle slunbers. by the maid
en- demonstration of our Editor, who, god
like, has spread his massive pinions DER
the mighty west, and with an effort super.
human, has snatched from the god of war
the vivid lightnings. and with magical
ease controls them in their zigzag course
while he belches forth peals of thunder
the fulminations ofwhich overawe even
Jupiter and his companions, and casts
the lesser satellites of this mundane
sphere into utter dismay and astonish-
ment.


His theme was political-his ensign,
"Ihe True Democrat" while the indubi-
table evidence of his senses or reason
were Wing. And while l thus admired
his daring flight, still | beheld him soaring
higher and higher and finally, with one
fell swoop of streaming fire burst upon
the whole body of democracy, made them
his quarry. and then left them bleeding
from the wounds of his powerful talons.
And how the stout hearts of the ''unterri.
fed" crouch beneath the ire ofthis nigh.
ty boar of the prairies, and humble them
selves before his awful presence and even
the loved ones of whiggery which appears
TO be his especial mission to favor-hesi-
tated and doubted when he commanded
them to come to his massive bosom.


Still unsatiated. with the malIgnity of
a mousingc cat, he watches the banks of
the "Rubicon," and with an eagles da-
ring scared aloft, and endeavored to
"roostirate" where mortal eye has never
travelled, where other stars glitter on
the mantle of night, and more effulgent
sun lights up the bushes of morn,-and
from that high pinnacle of creation he
dropped into the vale Of the Kankakee,
and Shaksperian. like ''drew a dirk and
smote pig!"


Kankakee, July %. JAKE UTICA.