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active and bitter Whig in a small way, but not seeking to be known
outside of my own ward committee. I was one day called to the City Hotel
where two strangers introduced themselves as Thurlow Weed and Lewis
Benedict, of Albany. They told me that a cheap campaign paper of
peculiar stamp at Albany had been resolved on, and that I had been
selected to edit it. I did the work required to the best of my ability.
It was work that made no figure and created no sensation; but I loved it
and I did it well."

"When it was done you were Governor; dispensing offices worth three to
twenty thousand to your friends and compatriots, and I returned to my
garret and my crust and my desperate battle with pecuniary obligations
heaped upon me by bad partners in business and the disastrous events of
1837. I believe it did not occur to me then that some one of these
abundant places might have been offered to me without injustice. I now
think it should have occurred to you. In the Harrison campaign of 1840 I
was again designated to edit a campaign paper. I published it as well
and hence ought to have made something out of it despite its low price.
My extreme poverty was the main reason why I did not."

"Now came the great scramble of the swell mob of coon minstrels and cider
suckers at Washington, I not being counted in. I asked nothing, expected
nothing, but you Governor Seward ought to have asked that I be Post
Master at New York."

When the Republicans met at Chicago he 'paid' Mr. Seward off by
checkmating his chances of the nomination, and placing Lincoln at the
head of the ticket. Mr. Greeley had always been an uncompromising
opponent of slavery, and once had all but asked for the impeachment of
Buchanan, hence the South expected little sympathy from him; yet, this
great editor dismays his friends while his enemies are dumbfounded when
they read, "Let the South go," but no sooner do the 'erring sisters' act
upon his suggestion than this political ranchman is out with his
literary lasso vainly trying to keep them in. He next raises the
war-whoop of "On to Richmond," and thereby aids in precipitating the
terrible disaster of Bull Run. Time goes on--the Union cause looks
gloomy enough--all seems lost; yet, when once more the nation needs his
powerful support he rushes off to Canada unauthorized, to negotiate a
treaty with Southern Envoys which, to say the least, would have been
disgraceful to the Union Government. When the cause is wo