Yes, he is 'a Socdolager,' or a whale among _di_plomaters.
"Well, I rigs up this morning, full fig, calls a cab, and proceeds in state to our embassy, gives what Cooper calls a lord's beat of six thund'rin' raps of the knocker, presents the legation ticket, and was admitted to where ambassador was.

He is a very pretty man all up his shirt, and he talks pretty, and smiles pretty, and bows pretty, and he has got the whitest hand you ever see, it looks as white, as a new bread and milk poultice.

It does indeed.
"'Sam Slick,' sais he, 'as I'm alive.

Well, how do you do, Mr.Slick?
I am 'nation glad to see you, I affection you as a member of our legation.
I feel kinder proud to have the first literary man of our great nation as my Attache.' "'Your knowledge of human natur, (added to your'n of soft sawder,' sais I,) 'will raise our great nation, I guess, in the scale o' European estimation.' "He is as sensitive as a skinned eel, is Layman, and he winced at that poke at his soft sawder like any thing, and puckered a little about the mouth, but he didn't say nothin', he only bowed.

He was a Unitarian preacher once, was Abednego, but he swapt preachin' for politics, and a good trade he made of it too; that's a fact.
"'A great change,' sais I, 'Abednego, since you was a preachin' to Connecticut and I was a vendin' of clocks to Nova Scotia, ain't it?
Who'd a thought then, you'd a been "a Socdolager," and me your "pilot fish," eh!' "It was a raw spot, that, and I always touched him on it for fun.
"'Sam,' said he, and his face fell like an empty puss, when it gets a few cents put into each eend on it, the weight makes it grow twice as long in a minute.