The supporters of Fillmore are becoming the supporters of Pierce.

The silver-gray whig shakes hands with the hunker democrat; the former only differing from the latter in name.

They are of one heart, one mind, and the union is natural and perhaps inevitable.

Both hate Negroes; both hate progress; both hate the "higher law;" both hate William H.Seward; both hate the free democratic party; and upon this hateful basis they are forming a union of hatred.

"Pilate and Herod are thus made friends." Even the central organ of the whig party is extending its beggar hand for a morsel from the table of slavery democracy, and when spurned from the feast by the more deserving, it pockets the insult; when kicked on one side it turns the other, and preseveres in its importunities.