The Giant Killer Reversing His Own Work.
The magician of [Hargett?] street, having “killed” the Little Giant, and “[humbled?] him to the dust,” is now assiduously engaged in “making him alive” again. We thought at the time this power of killing and making alive again, was only an empty boast, and that it savored no little profanity. But the Standard is really attempt to exercise this marvelous power in the case of Stephen A. Douglas. When our little squad of country savers went to the Charleston Convention, and during all that stormy session, there was only one of the number who supported the claims of the bob-tailed Giant of the North-west, and that one was not the editor of the Standard. What magical influence has been applied to our friend, sufficiently potent to produce a change so sudden, and so wonderful? Hath he calculated the chances, as to which may be the strong side? Hath he seen a miraculous vision of “loaves and fishes?” Hath he snuffed a metallic odor in the breeze? Hath his palm a premonitory itching sensation? We wot not.