my thirty years out of senate

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1859 edition. Excerpt: ...I must bid good-by to my dear old friend, the Gineral, and put my shoulder to the wheel to help Colonel Polk along through the Mexican war. I feel bad to part with the old Gineral--a true man and a true Dimokrat as ever lived--and I am sure he feels bad to part with me. We worked hard together; we could conquer nullification, and conquer Biddle's Bank, but we couldn't head off old Father Time, who conquers us all, sooner or later. The best friends in the world must part, so in the nature of things the time must come when Old Hickory and Major Downing must bid each other farewell. I am sorry the world has lost them letters of mine that was burnt, for they contained a go.od many interesting things, and described some very pleasant times that the Gineral and I had together. They told all about cutting off the " figger head" of " Old Ironsides,'., (the frigate Constitution,) in Boston harbor, and about me and the Gineral going a skating in a bright moonlight night away down on the Potomac, and a hundred other matters, that's lost now with the things before the flood. But Ant Keziah always used to say, " It's no use to cry for spilt milk;" so I hope the world will dry up its tears, and not worry any more about my lost letters than it does about that great library that was burnt in Alexandria two thousand ears ago. The artist has gi'n me a good lift in jumping over. From the National Intelligencer. We were thrown quite into a flutter yesterday by receiving in our bag from the Post-Office the following letter from the public's old friend, Major Jack Downing, who seems to have written to us for the purpose of communicating to the public, in his plain way, some views of President Polk--Young Hickory, as he delights to call...