I bare never yet seen a man of publio sta
tion who had so mueh of tbe consequential
air about him as Mr. Breekearidge. He is a
man ft talent and oharaeter. That is grant
ed him. And he is a man of fine feature and
figure. But be is so stiff, eo inflated with the
dignity under wbich he labors, that it is pain
fal to look at hies. Every motion is theatri
cal, every step and gesture etudied he never
looks for a moment at ease and natural if
he was a picture-book king be would do tbe
part to perfection but for a plain Republi
can official, a little more homespun grace and
frankness would beeome him better. 1 do
not know but that is the manner of the man
apart from offioe. But if it is, it is none the
less too artificial for agreeableness and good
taste. He has been tbe creature of luokj for
though his talents are good, his political sa
gacity is deficient and without sagacity of
judgment, talents of no more than a fair av
erage among hie class, never command tbe
dignity of lead and power. And his luok
has culminated. Be is a candidate for the
Presidency whioh it is preposterous for him
to believe within his reach. He is buried in
the Senate, and there be will remain, a fair
man, but not a leader. No body will go
to dig bim out, and the line of luck is not
often eo long unbroken ae in the family of
the booby Dodgte.
presidential.
If tbe eigne of the times indieate tbe con
centration of Republican strength upon Mr.
