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A CHEAT AT THE BOARD.
Mr. Breckinridge, the man who wanted to be but wasn’t elected President, made a speech the other day in which he ventured to express the opinion that the Union might still be preserved if the North would concede enough to make it an object for the South to remain. Breckinridge is a cheat – a player who loses and refuses to surrender the stakes – a shyster in politics whose motto is, “Heads I win ; tails you lose.” If there is anything prophetic in anatomical development, his neck is some day destined to try the strength of hemp – an office for which, better than anything else, it is fitted. He is the “head devil” of the commotion in the Border States, without whose Jesuitism and that of the men who act with him, the present difficulties would not continue sixty days. And his trouble is not that his rights are to be invaded or his security impaired; but he has risked, lost and refuses to give up the bet. He will immortalize himself as the first to carry the morals of the race-track and sweat-board into American politics.
