individual wishes it to go. The Judge indulged himself doubtless to-day
with the question as to what I am going to do with or about the Dred
Scott decision. Well, Judge, will you please tell me what you did about
the bank decision? Will you not graciously allow us to do with the Dred
Scott decision precisely as you did with the bank decision? You succeeded
in breaking down the moral effect of that decision: did you find it
necessary to amend the Constitution, or to set up a court of negroes in
order to do it?

There is one other point. Judge Douglas has a very affectionate leaning
toward the Americans and Old Whigs. Last evening, in a sort of weeping
tone, he described to us a death-bed scene. He had been called to the
side of Mr. Clay, in his last moments, in order that the genius of
"popular sovereignty" might duly descend from the dying man and settle
upon him, the living and most worthy successor. He could do no less than
promise that he would devote the remainder of his life to "popular
sovereignty"; and then the great statesman departs in peace. By this part
of the "plan of the campaign" the Judge has evidently promised himself
that tears shall be drawn down the cheeks of all Old Whigs, as large as
half-grown apples.

Mr. Webster, too, was mentioned; but it did not quite come to a death-bed
scene as to him. It would be amusing, if it were not disgusting, to see
how quick these compromise-breakers administer on the political effects
of their dead adversaries, trumping up claims never before heard of, and
dividing the assets among themselves. If I should be found dead to-morrow
morning, nothing but my insignificance could prevent a speech being made
on my authority, before the end of next week. It so happens that in that
"popular sovereignty" with which Mr. Clay was identified, the Missouri
Compromise was expressly reversed; and it was a little singular if Mr.