You will plunge this country not into one war, but two.

Wait! Only wait, and we will own all this continent to the Saskatchewan--or even farther north." "Well," said the other, "have you not said there is a God of Battles ?" "The Lord God of Hosts, yes!" half screamed old John Calhoun; "yes, the God of Battles for _nations_, for _principles_--but _not_ for _parties_! For the _principle_ of democracy, Jim Polk, yes, yes; but for the Democratic _party_, or the Whig _party_, or for any demagogue who tries to lead either, no, no!" The florid face of Polk went livid.

"Sir," said he, reaching for his hat, "at least I have learned what I came to learn.

I know how you will appear on the floor of the convention, Sir, you will divide this party hopelessly.

You are a traitor to the Democratic party! I charge it to your face, here and now.