The New York Herald Newspaper, March 16, 1844, Page 2

NEW YORK HERALD. New York, Saturday, March 16. 1844. QG- The Southern Mail will be found on 4th page. Tus Weexty Heratp—Crose or O’ConneL’s Great Srercu.—We have received by the Siddons a file of Dublin papers, by which it appears that the portion of O’Connell’s great speech which we have already published, isonly about one half, or a little more. The most eloquent half, being the close, delivered after our previous arrival, we shall pub- fish exclusively to-day in the second edition of the Weekly Herald. So, look out. ing at the Ta- bernacle Last Hvening The campaign has now fairly commenced in earnest. We give thismorning a full and complete report of the great muster of the locofocos of all complexions, atthe Tabernacle last evening, and it will be perceived that the Clay men have fairly met their match in talking—singing—shouting—wind instruments of all sorts—and women. We think that in many respects the democrats have the best of it. This is our honest opinion, after acalm andphilosophie survey of the two “ celebra- tions.” To begin with the talking :—Certainly the plain, practical «ommon sense address and speeches delivered last evening, presented a remarkable con- trast to the inflated bombast of the Clay orators.— There was animmensity of transcendental twaddle and Carlysleism, as all our readers who took the trouble to read it will remember, in Mr. Bacon’s oration ; and that was only an echo of the senti« ments and language now characterizing the “‘young whig democracy,” who have, to give them their due, manifested most extraordinary docility under the tuition of the Fourier organ of their party. In the locofoco “talk,” on the contrary, there is a great deal of shrewdness, sound sense and practi- cal truth, mixed up to be sure with a very reason- able amount of seasoning, in the way of abstrac- tions about ‘‘democracy,”—the “rights of the people,”—and so on, which are merely meant, as everybody knows, to humbug the tew who do not yet happen to know their exact value. As for that delicate matter, the women, we have some hesitation in venturing on any sort of compa- Tue New Tarirr —The new tariff proposed by the Committee of Ways and Means of the House, promises to be a bone of great contention amongst the political newspapers throughout the country. The ultra politicians of the whig ranks raise a most fu- rious outcry against its provisions, denouncing it as “destructive” —“ vandal ”—*‘gothic”—“ atrocious” d every other terrible epithet in the language. In this city, the game of denunciation seems to have commenced in earnest amongst the whigs. As usual, the Fourier section of the party is most vin- dictive and most violent, and because we simply stated what one of their own correspondents had— namely, the strong probability that the new tariff would pass both Houses of Congress—this organ, which picks up its morals from an infidel French- man, and its language at the Five Points, called us “ fabricator,” and other terms of reproach — This is all to be expected from a set of men who deliberately go to work to subvert Christianity by their ridiculous new social systems, and to destroy all morals by intrcducing the atrocious principles of a degraded French philosopher. But one of the most curious aspects in the controversy, is presented by the conduct of those journals in Wall street, which are supported chiefly by the commercial interests of thiscity. They come out as violently against this new, moderate and ea- lightened tariff bill, as the fiercest ultra of the Fou- nersection. Itisa most singular spectacle certainly, to see the merchants of New York,who are so deep- ly interested in some modification of the tariff, so misrepresented by the Courier § Enquirer, when it comes out and denounces the proposed measure, which would do so much to relieve them. We may say the same of the Express and the American —all journals professing to be the peculiar organs of the commercial interests of New York. The vio- lence with which they assail the new Tarifl, could not be exceeded if it were a monster—some anaconda about to be introduced into their very midst, and destined to swallow up the whole com- mercial community. And all this, too, when on every hand, sensible and practical men of all creeds in politics, extol the moderation, the propriety and the justice of the measure. This is certainly a very singular, a most contra- dictory position in which we find the commercial press of New York. Why isit so? The explana- rison between the Clay ladies and the locofoco la- dies; but still it cannot very well be avoided. The introduction of the ladies into the presidential campaign is one of its most remarkable, as it is one of its most agreeable features. It shows that we are at least five hundred years nearer the mil- lenium—the new earthly paradise—than we were in the days of the hickory-pole and log cabin or- gies. The ladies—God bless them!—having thus become such an important element in the business of president making, it is quite excusable if we examine the relative chances of the two parties, when viewed in connexion with the aid which these fairest possible allies bring them. The Clay ladies, we must say, have decidedly, so far as silks, satine, muslins and lavender go, rather the advantage of their democratic sisters. They look just as if they had come fresh from the hands of the milliner. But then the locofoco ladies look as if they had just come fresh from the hands of Him who sent the lovely Eve to cheer the solitude of our ‘great first parent,” and grace the bowers of Eden with her celestial beauty. ‘The ostensible object of the meeting last evening was to celebrate the birth-day of General Jackson. But the real object in view was to prepare the way for the organization, in one united force, of the lo- cofoco hosts in these regions. With what success, we will be able to see more clearly byand by. In the meantime, we cannot but rejoice in the com- plete change which has taken place in the tactics of both parties in the campaigning business. No more hickory-pole raisings—no more hard cider orgies—but music and beauty—woman’s thrilling voice and the soft glance of hereye. Bravo! New Hamesutre Evecriox.—How tur Wino Brows.—We have received returns of the New Hampshire election, sufficient tu show “ coming events.” The following are the results in 66 towns :— New Hamrsnine baht beetle 1844, Sixty-sic towns. 18 3 mc. Dec. White Dem crtcorTyler, 1.121 2.530 > 1,409 Steele, Hasical or Van Buen, 8,719 8 005 mM - Colby, Whig or chy, 6.697 5.292 1,465 - yt. Abvlition or Bimey, = 2,205 1,689 = By this it will be seen, that in consequence of the organization and separate voting of a tiers parti, or abolitionists, causing a large defection from the whig ranks, the Van Buren democracy in New Hampshire will probably carry that Stute, while they are de facto in a minority. It will be seen, also, thatthe Tyler party, probably caused by the approaching termination of that dynasty, has been reduced one half since last year, while the abolitionists, under the agitation of John Q Adama, Giddings, and others in Congress, have doubled in the same period of time. This is precisely the position in which Connec- ticut and all New England stand at this time in re- gard to Clay and Van Buren. The abolition ele- ment, roused now to action by the constant agita- tion in Congress, will most probably overthrow Mr. Clay in New England, if not in the other non- slavery holding States—and furthermore, if Mr. Clay cannot create a counterpoise in the south, by moderating his high tariff views, the same causes may defeat hiselection, and give the triumph to Van Buren. This view of the question is no doubt the cause of Mr. Clay’s recent letters in favor ot a moderate tariff in the south, while in this city the ultra whigs of the Fourier class, are ignorant of his position, and seem to be aiding in his destruction. The approaching Connecticut election becomes, therefore, very interesting. The chances are that it wii! go in favor of Van Buren, in the same way that New Hampshire has done. Wait and see. Manacement or a Newsparer.—The Express and American have been carrying ona little con- troversy relative to the management of a newspa- per, as respects police and law reports. The Ame- rican abuses the Express for publishing reports containing disreputable details and licentious scenes, and the Express detends itself on the ground that a newspaper should publish all the news. Looking at the whole subject from the point of public morals, there can be no doubt but the views of the American are correct. The only error it makes, is in attributing the evil to the wrong quarter. The publication of licentious details in particular trials, ought not to be charged to the newspaper press—to the judge—to the jury—or to any of those parties, who have a very disagreeable duty to perform in hearing and giving them to the public. Tue whole evil arises from the merce- nary conduct ef lawyers, who ought to discourage the prosecution of such suits, but who, instead of doing so, drive them before the community—ma- king shows of the parties—and exhibiting them- selves and the whole community in a discreditable light, and all forthe sake of apaltry, contemptible, mercenary fee ! Of course these remarks are gene- ral, and do not apply particularly to the lawyers engaged in any recent cases. But we point to the true source of this evil, and we believe that the whole community agrees with us. Would Judge Kent, we may ask, whose amiable and mor- alcharacter is so exemplary, voluntarily go into such deteilst Would ajury of men of family and reputation? Would a newspaper, if it could be avoided, go into such detailst No. The whole evil arises as we have stated. The influence ex- erted by lawyers upon discreditable and demoral- ized clients, for the sake of a fee, is the sole cause of this evil. Fatourrvt!—The “ American” announc 8 last evening the dissolution of the Union! Awful! Why? what? how? Because it is believed that Captain Tyler and his acting Secretary of State have agreed and signed a treaty annexing Texas to the United States. Is that all? Jonathan and his ix comely daughters can easily swallow rv tion is very easy. The reason simply is, because these editors and journalists are more under the in- fluence of a bankrupt set of ultra politicians and miserable office-seekers, who hang about them, than they are of the wise counsels of the honest and solvent portion of the community which sup- ports those journals. We thus see that the com- mercial interests of the city are entirely misrepre- sented on this important question. ‘Tremendous Gathering of the Locofoco Elements, of all Ages, Complexions, Sexes and Conditions, at the ‘Tabernacle, Last Evening—creat Singing—Great Shouting —Great Oration—Great Enthusiasm—and Great Beauty ofthe Women.—The Fight Fairly Commenced. The rain fell in torrents last evening, but it could n’t quench the enthusiasm of the “unterrified democracy.” The dimly burning gas-lamps threw their flickering gleams on streets a fathom deep in mud, but still the thousands found their way to the ‘vabernacle. Such a gathering! To the inspir ing music of the fife and drum, the locofoco forces of the various wards marched as gaily along as a crack volunteer company, on a smiling morning in June, setting out on a target excursion; and on foot, in stages, and in cabs, came hundreds of the fairest, brightest-eyed, rosiest, neatest, sweetest, most irrisistible of the locofoco girls. Long before the commencement of the proceed- ings of the evening, the Tabernacle was densely crowded with the assembled throng. Every inch of space was occupied, and the greatest good order prevailed. Prince John Davis, and half a dozen of the “indefatigables,” were stationed at various points in the lower part of the building, and by their activity and tact, the utmost decorum was preserved throughout the evening. But it was in the galleries that the real creators of the order and lesson of | ply to the old saw, that it is celebration of theirs is pretty much thesame poo! , starving loafer should up ina warn corseniaies’ his eyes, shut bivfoullf’ant ser glorious dinner—in imagination. (Continued laugh- ter and cheers.) The Whigs said one t! at their late meeting here, which cannot be over in silence — ‘The orator of the evening declared that the womsn were with them. sentiment was concurred in by a very high authority. A tleman who in private life is esti- Doan and respectable, and to whom { only refer in his public e: ity. He Ley are himself on that occa- sion— ing to mind the fact that the devil can qu scripture; and feeling justified by the precedent, quoted scripture too, (laughter)—for all must know who ix referred to—the celebrated Whig extravaganza singer, Mr. Jim-along.. caer Beane, (Roars of laughter, and cries of “clear the way old Dan Tucker.”) Now, with all due respect to such high authority, we meet this assertion boldly ond plumply, and deny that the women are with them. On that point we are ready and desirous to join issue whenever and wherever they choose. On that point they have thrown down the in behalf of our fair democratic country women, accept | challenge. ling to witness the bright cestus of Veni and the blushes of young Aurora, we feel confident that we can produce more and prettier women than they can.,(Tre- mendeus cheering for several minutes.) When | learned that their orators had made that most monstrous assertion, it caused me to reflect. What, thought I, the feirer, the better, and the pe: — that we all delight to honor —to whom we all o much—they who make a para- dise of home—against us! If this be so, we might as well give it up first as last—for It would be decidedly a bad job. (Laughter) But it is not so, (Cheers.) Every man of us, on that subject, can speak from his own obser- vation (Cheers) As for myself, | come from a stock, the women as well as the men of which have, from the first organization of parties, manifested a preference for and a sympathy with the democratic cause. (Loud decorum which reigned throughout that vast as- semblage were seated. There was woman—love- ly, peace-inspiring, all-subduing woman—convert- ing, by the simple magic of her presence, what would have been a noisy, uproarious gathering, into a scene of quiet, although enthusiastic re- joicing—there was the source of that undisturbed harmony—there the source, too, of the bounding enthusiasm and patriotic feeling which ever and anon burst forth in the loud and lofty cheer—there it was, ‘n that galaxy of sparkling eyes, “Glittring like crescents o'er a Turk’s pavillion.” Immediately behind the chuir, a splendid portrait of General Jackson, (smiling benignantly on the scene,) hung suspended from amid the folds of the American Flag—whose rallying hosts whipped Packenham and the British from New Orleans. On the front of the gollery were suspended, at either side, the arms of New York obverse and re- verse, supported by two flags representing the old Statesof the Union. Allround the front of the gal- leries were suspended beautiful flags representing the various States of the Union, each of them bear- ing a star and the date of admission of each State into the Union. The entire arrangements had a very elegant and splendid effect. A piano was laced on the right of the Chair. A very excellent rass band were ranged in the back tier, near the organ, and in front of them a full choir of elegantly dressed and decidedly beau- tiful ladies, which were selected, avowedly, from the democraticiranke, as rivals in the charms and graces of the softer sex, to those ladies who graced the Whig Meeting held in the Tabernace, It is absolutely necessary, therefore, that some great movement should take place, by which the real sentiments of the commercial community may be known throughout the coun- try, and to Congress. The voice of the mer- cantile community should have utterance, indepen- dent of the miserable, hole-and-corner, secret in- fluence of these bankrupt, ultra politicians. Let us have the sentiments of the merchants from their own lips, and not from corrupt, corrupting and ignorant journalists that affect to represent them. The following is an extract from a private letter from the Hon. Levi Woodbury to a gentleman in this city:— i Wasutnaton, March 13, 1844. The friends of a moderate Tariff, of a Tariff’ for revenue alone, of a Tariff for equal protection to all the great interests of the country, and to all Ame- rican labor as well as American capital, want a change in the existing laws. i The proposed change by the bill reported in the House of Representatives,though not all the friends of free trade desire, will be highly favorable to the revenue, and to commerce and agriculture; and at the same time will give strong assurance of a fair, permanent,and use! ‘ul incidental protection to man- ufacturers. Let all classes then unite in private and public ef- forts to secure its adoption. Success in effecting that will take this delicate and momentous subject out of the control of party, and render our national policy on it just to alter dens and classes, and in- dependent of all party fluctuations. Such a Tariff as that proposed, once established, and the merchant and farmer as well as the manu- facturer, can look far ahead in their operations with confidence—can be steady in their pursuits and calculations, and can make all their various kinds of business assume a character less specula- tive and hazardous. The commercial interests, especially, should not let slip so golden an opportunity, by public meeting and public memorials to Congress—to urge the al- terations contemplated—and if they are once esta- blished, probably a quarter of a century will elapse before any other alterations occur, exceptsuch mo- difications within thirty and twenty-five per cent, as the revenue of the government may render proper. By taxing some of the free articles if more revenue is wanted—or by making more free if less revenue is wanted, i What is now chiefly needed is action—we have had talk enough— SuinpLaster Finance.—A very interesting case is on the calendar of one of the civil courts, which on its trial, if not otherwise settled, will make some curious revelation in the system of shinplas- ter finance and “the better currency.” It is we believe a suit brought by a gentleman named Col- lins against Moses Y. Beach, Esq., for a note of $3000, in a purchase into the late Monmouth Bank of New Jersey. The circumstances of the case are these:—the Monmouth Bank of New Jersey was got up by J H. Earle, Esq., and a gentleman by the name of Collins, both very respectable men. Some little time after the bank commenced operations, M. Y. Beach, Esqr., having previously seduced and procured the abortion of the Jacksonville Bank, bought out Mr. Earle and became a part- ner with Mr. Collins. In a shorttime after, he (Beach) bought out Collins, giving him (Collins) $2000 in cash and his (Beach’s) note for $3000. Immediately after this last purchase, Mr. Beach and his agents issued a large amount—said some evenings ago. a At seven o’clock, the bank struck up Hail Co- lumbia, amid deafening applause. They played subsequently Hail Columbia, and several other airs which never fail to excite the hearts and heels of democratic audiences. The ladies occupied the foremost seats in the galleries, and presented a perfect galaxy of classic beauty, which, indeed, might safely vie with any whig assemblage of fair politicians in the entire Union. His Honor the Mayor was moved to the chair precisely at eight o’clock, and took it amid deafening applause. The following gentlemen were then appointed by ac- clamation VICE PRESIDENTS. A.H. Mickle, 8, Waterbury, Campbell P, White, Joseph Hopkins, "Theo. Peck, Joseph Keeler, Richard B Connolly, ‘Wm. F. Havermoyer, B.F Cornell, Elijah F. Purdy, Robert McGary, Andrew Carrigan, James M. Miller, Orville J. Nash. Jacob A. Westervelt, Theodore Sedgwick, SECRETAR Levi D. Slamm, Bartlett Smith, H. P. Barber, C, A. Secor, R. J. Compton, J. 1. Coddington, Jr. His Honor Mayor Morris, when the meeting was duly organized, said my friends, it is incumbent on me to state the object of this meeting, not that 1 feel it necessary to trespass at length upon your time, because the songs that are to be sung, and the oration that is to be delivered, as well as the time that will necessarily be consumed in the de- livery of the address which is to be made on this festive occasion, will take up a good deal of our time. We are met, my friends, to commemorate the birth day of Andrew Jackson—(loud and voci ferons cheering)—a man who was sent amongst us only for the purpose of elevating or protecting the nights of man—and whose whole life has been but one uniform constant exertion in favor of hu- man rights and human liberty, and for the protec- tion and independence of his country. (Loud en- thugiastic cheering.) We are met here, gentlemen, to celebrate the birth-day of such a man—we are met here to celebrate the birthday of one from whom no individual grandeur is to be guir ed—for manifold as his services have been, and great as have been his exertions in the cause of his country—haying nearly filled up the measure of his days—he is passing trom the stage, and those who now flock forward to pay a tribute to his many public and private virtues, cannot be called man-worshippers. A voice FRoM THE crowp.—I don’t believe you (This interruption created a good deal of confusion in the great body of the meeting. Several voice: cried out, ‘turn him out, turn him out.’) 3 ‘Tue Mayor, (with much nazvetté )—I believe you arenght. Gentlemen, (turning to the band) play ‘* Hat Corumera.” : aa ‘ ‘the band here performed this beautiful nationai air with admirable taste and execution. After which, the ladies and gentlemen ce once the choir, accompanied by the piano, the following Ode—The Watchword, Ain—To the Mountains—Amilie. WRITTEN FOR THE OCCASION BY H. P. HARBER, ESQ. "They are coming! are coming! and hark how their cheer Like the roar of the ocean surf bursts on the car, ‘They are coming! are coming! from East and from ‘est, In grandeur and gloom like the thunder clond’s crest, ‘They are coming! are coming ! the sons of the North, And the land of the South pours hivalry forth, Ten thousand bright banners are beaming on high, Euch bearing our watchword, “We conquer or die.” Democracy’s bugle hath sounded the vall, ‘And its soldiers are pouring from hamlet and hall ‘To flock round the standard of justice and right | In the pride of their soul and the strength of their might, And ee to the foeman who stands in their path, ‘Astthey press to the field in the gloom of their wrath, to be $20,000 or $25,000 of the bills of the bank. In consequence of Beach’s operations and bad name, a petition was presented to the Legislature of New Jersey, for a repeal of this bank, very soon after the issue of the above bills, and the charter was taken away by the Legislature before the note Beach gave Collins came to maturity, which he refused to pay after it fell due. Beach and Collins are still at issue on this note and the suit will soon come up in one of our civil courts in relation to it, and a rich scene will be the consequence. Now it will be seen that it is a very similar ope- ration which was about being performed on the Plaintield Bank, but for our timely notice to the public, to send in its bills for redemption. In the case of the Jacksonville Bank, which Beach man- aged, we warned the public to beware—and only a small amount of its issues were out when it broke. In the case of the Monmouth Bank, the public would not give heed to*any warning; the consequence was they “ were stuck” for a very large amount. In those two shinplaster operations, Moses Y. Beach was the prime mover. He is now up to his eyes in the Plainfield scheme for a like purpose, that is to furnish the community with a “ better currency,” with M. M. Noah as his endorser and penny-a-line puffer. Can the community stand a third dose? —_— Loca Evecrions.—The democrats in Detroit have elected their Mayor bya majority of 144. Last yearthe whig majority was 300. There has been no choice in Bangor. The whig candidate for Mayor received 669 votes~all others 709. These local elections are claimed by the winners as evidences of what will be done on the Presi- dential election. They are so strictly focal in their character, that, in our opinion, they form no cor- rect criterion of a general election. Pea soup to day may be bean soup to-morrow. Knocxen up.—The Spooner letter mail establish- ment, notwithstanding the endorsement ef David Hale. It was an impudent thing at best. Varor Batas.—The most delicious and health- ful thing at the opening of epring, is one of Mrs. thousand bright banners are beaming on high, Each bearing our watchword, “We conquer or die.” Each one from the scabbard hus falchion hath drawn, Fach one on the altar of freedom hath sworn ‘That his sword returns not to the place of its rest Till his cause be avenged and his wrongs be redres’t, Till Democracy’s pillar in triumph ascends Acloud to its foes and a light to its friend ‘Ten thousand bright banners are beaming on high Each bearing our watchword “ We conquer or die.” Come rally ! come ans a bright, bright dawns the day, Freedom’s soul is now bursting ita shackles of “ Clay,” Come rally ! come rally ! a charge and a shout, As the blast of our baal je rings cherrily out, Come rally ! come rally | one effort to save “The jand of the free and the home of the brave,” Ten thousand bright banners are ber ig on high Each bearing our watchword “ We conquer or die.” His honor the Mayor then said—Fellow citizens, [have now the pleasure of introducing to you Gan- sevoort Melville, Esq, the orator of the occasion. (Great cheering.) Mr. Metyyuie then stepped forward, and was reeved with prolonged applause. On its subsi- lence, he delivered the foliowing Appress. Fritow Democrats—We are not here to mouth high: sounding phrases—toiprate of transcendental philosophy in transcendental languag 1 to deify*the mill boy of the slashes’ Neither are we here to indulge in fulsom eulo- gy, and debase ourselves at the foot stool of any man.— Nor are we here to enter deep into a discussion of the principles snd policy of the democratic party. ‘This is not the fitting time ior the elabo: leration of a hick pe se grave and reteaty. What, then, are we here tort Why, this gathering,in of the democratic host?— Wherefore arc the beauty and the bravery ofthis fair city congregated here to-night? This is a jubilee. We come here to discharge aduty which is a pleasure. We are here to celebrate the anniversary of the birth day of Andrew Jackson—(applause)—tha man who hag filled the mea sureof his country’s glory. He who, ig times not long passed, was our champion and our leader —he whose crest always danced in the hottest and thickest of the fight—he who awept on at the head of the democratic masses with a force as resistless as the surges of thesen. And we come here to celebrate the anniversary of his bith day, as he would have us celebrate it—to take each other by the hand—to lok each other in the face—to cheer each other onward-~ to feel that we stand as we did of yore, shoulder der, making common cause againat a common en- his ia the he anniversary of rth day should be celebrat We are brethren, and we meet as brethren. The spirit which actoates us, one the spirit of union, harmony, concession. Eve- for the canse—nothing for men. Our opponents eld a great pow-wow here on the fourth d it was 4 pelebration—in anti Pp n—of the inauguration—of Henry Clay. (Laughter ) Apprehensive that they will be dapriy the ryality’, they are sletermined not to do without the illusion. Their celebration will turn out to be very much like the dead sea apple ir to the eye, but turning to ashes on the lips. They have enjoyed thejr shadow but we havea worl to about the substance. Who ever beiore heard of A ce Carrol’s Vapor Baths, 26 Courtlandt street, Jobgatjon in anticipation | There js not a farmer's wile in cheers.) If any man wishes more proof than is derived from his own personal knowledge, let him look around him. ‘Those galleries will settle the question. (Tremend. ous applause and nine cheera for the ladies.) ‘The wild flowers of feminine delicacy, beauty and grace,that honor us with their presence here to muah, ‘and whose exceed- ing loveliness might Iure an anchorite trom his cell, were never plucked from the prim and artificial gardens of mo- dern whiggery. (Shouts of laughter and tremendous op plause.) Show me a woman who can sympathise wit! the magnificent mother of the Gracchi—who, when asked by the aristocratic dames of ancient Rome to exhibit her store of ornaments of gold and precious stones—answered, that she had none of these, but at the same time produced her two glorious sons, exclaiming, “these are my jewels.” Show me a woman who cin understand this and feel it— and that woman is at heart a democrat. (Cheers) Re- member the simple story of that sweet English girl.who was affianced to an officer on foreign service. It so chanced that he was desperately wounded in battle, losing one limb and the use of another, besides being terribly hacked and disfigured. The first use that he made of re. turning strength was to write to his affianced wife—she who was a part of his very being—informing her of the misfortune which had befallen him, and releasing her from her engagement. This was the firet intelligence that she had received of the sad occurrence. It fell upon her with stunning force. Recovering from the shock with heaving bosom, and suffused eye, she sat her down and wrote : “If your feelings for me are unchanged, and yon haye body enough left to contain your soul, I will not be released from my engagement.” ‘Thut glorious girl, whose high-souled and selfsacsificing spirit dictated those words, well illustrated the hopeful, trusting, Christian nature of the democratic creed. (Great cheers, huzza— hurr 2) Now, my fair countrywomen, with your permission, a word with you. Igrant ye that the whigs ave the advantage of us plai: ken democrats in scented hair, diamond rings, and white kid gloves— (roars of laughters)—in the language of compliment and the af- fectation of manner, and, most particularly, in their style of dressing. If one of these exquisites wished to express the idea contained in the home-spun adage, ‘There is no pitch hot, and the devil to pay,” he would say, ‘There is a pecuniary liability due to the oldgentleman, and no bi- tuminous matter, of the proper temperature, wherewith to liquidate the obligation.” (Uproarious laughter and applause, in which the ladies joined.) These flashin, qualities ‘do not answer the purpose. ‘They do not ran! in the list of fireside virtues. They do not make homethe holiest spot on earth, loved and prized us it ought to be. Such qualifications will not smooth the pillow for the aching head; will not pour balm into the wounded heart, and quicken the soul of sympathy. (Cheers.) It is most presumptuous in me, ladies, to proffer you advice, for } am so unfortunate asto be a bachelor. (A laugh.) But I may never have another opportunity—and, anyhow, | can't resist the temptation. So, let me tell ye, that if you wish your lovers, when transformed into husbands, to be all that you would wish them, hind, affectionate, reliable, bel hae habits, truth loving—husbands that will be the idols of your hearts, your protection, your glory and your pride—be sure and choose from among the democra cy. (Thundering applause) Tosumup, in the words chan ta lady of my acquaintance, who, 1 must confess strong political dilections. Says she to me, one day, “I alwi my daughters that they must never marry anybody But democrats, because they silvers wear so well. Intelligent, warm-heart Laughter and great applause’) and right-feeling women, the world over, must always wish well to that great demo- cratic party, whose watchword, and whose crown- ing glory is—“Equal and exact justice to all men.” Aud I may add, “women too.” (Tremendous cheering.) Now let us give a little of our atten- tion to our friends, the whigs. They like to be noticed It will not do to neglect them on this festive occasion (Cheers.) Their modesty is onl; equalled by their merit (Laughter) They claim ail the respectability, all the morality, all the ec: A party with such claims commends itself especially to our attention. We have all heard a good deal said about amalgamation. Did it ever occur to you that the whigs are practical political amal- gamationists ? It is clearly so. Federalists, national repub licans, anti-masons, and conservatives—all rallying under one banner, professing one set of principles, and uriting in the support of one man. If this is not practical politica! amalgamation, what is? The whigs naturally affect the composite order of architecture. The democracy prefer the Doric. The Doric is more in consonance with ous principles. It scorns all superfluous ornament. It is strong, simple, severe, sublime. The whig party and whig principles call to my mind two things. The whig party — practical political amalgamation, and whig prin- ciples—Joseph’s coat of many colors. (Laughter) ‘Theis principle with every anticipated chenge in’ popular opinion. ‘They change their names with a facility kin ired to that of those ingenious gentry, who,when brough! up to the bar of our police court charged with petty larceny, or something of the sort, are always provided with half a dozen sppellatjo lack Smith, alas Tom Brown, alias Jim Jenkins. (Cheers) To do our oppo nents justice in speaking of them, they should always re »ivethe benefit of full name and title. Federalists, alia vtional republicans, alias auti-masons, alias conserva ives, alias native Americans, or adopted whigs, alia lemocratic whigs (Great laughter and applause.) Bu: his last cognomen is enough to make a horse laugh Vhy, they might as well talk of a white black cat, or + all short man, or anything else |hat is a Contradiction in rms. If they do procure any suffrages by such petty shuffling as this, I am inclined to think that an indictmen' would lie against them for obtaining votes under alse pretences. (Great laughter and applause) Whi actics are very peculiar, and there is a reason for it They feeland know that, in sober earnest they are he weaker party And hence the manner in which they conduct their cumpaigns (Cheers,) Did you ever see a mar contending, physically, with one'who is an overmatch for ‘im? Now hestraing, swells and tugs—but to no purpose he strong man puts his hand on him, and its all over — Do youknow the way they catch rattlesnakes at Loke George? A man, armed with a long stick, forked and sharpened, sallies out among the hills and rocks. Spying a rattlesnake, he watches his opportunity, and with » quick and Jen dart, catches with the forked end of the stick the head of the reptile, as it lies npon the ground, anc pins it to the earth. The rattlesnake, no doubt very much surprised, squirms most ae ae But it does no good—he is despatched at leisure. So it is with the whigs (Great cheering) We have got their heads 1 the ground and all that they can do js to make a splutter, and a noise. ick upagreat dust.—(Tremendous cheering—criee t's the talk!”—“Give itto’em, old boy!*) The whigs are a Protean party. They change their principles and their names with a magical facility. An animal is theiremblem. Their animal affinities are very strong— they can crow, snort, snufile, grunt, bray and bi let as make them whine, yelp, and ‘squeal snouts of “We will, by blazes!”) I s1 their emblem—so it is. And what sort of an animal Something dull and that never learns—is it the ass? Something vicious—is it the mule? Something stupid and hiding ite stupidity under the garb of seeming wisdom— is it the owl? Something blind and that works m the dark —Is it the mole? Something thieyish and nibbling in its ropensities—is it the rat? No—none of these; but a nice ly adjusted and Ating compound of them all—a coon! A fat, lazy, oily, thiey ng, cowardly, skulking coon—the hybrid’ emblem of a hybrid party (Grom laughter, tremendous cheering, and groans for some minutes.) — The banner of the whigs Is a coonskin. Inthe long night of the middle ages, when armed Europe sent forth her steel-clad barons, with their stout retainers, on pn gd age to Jerusalem to rescue the Holy Sepulchre from the tenacious clutch of the Infidel—and alas, to redden the sands of Palestine with Christian gore—the banner that waved above the bold Crusader then, as he fought and bled And died, the sword in his red hand, On the holiest spot of that blessed land, was the bannor of the Holy Cross.—(Cheers.) When the Bourbons desired to call to their ald the lances of imperial France, the Oriftamme was displayed, and the Gallic chi- valry rallied round it to conquer orto die.—-(Cheers) In more modern times, the tri color of the revolution and the gollen eagles of the empire have been carried in triumph into every capital on the continent. The gle breeze that blows in which the meteor Tand does not wave ; and Blenheim, Ram tam, Albuera, Salamanca and Quebec— Waterloo and Trafalgar, are eloquent with i We rally under a banner inferior to none of th loved at home and respected abroad—the star-spany banner of our country,—(Tremendo ) It in familiar to the British soldier, for he saw it on the plains of Saratoga, in the i t Yorktown, and upon th breast k (Great cheering ) It is assovia- in the mind of the British sailor with the es of |, Porter and Decatur. It streamed from the ma head of the Constitution, when the Guerriere struck (Cheering ) True—these are the banners of nations—but this contemptible coonskin is the emblem and the banner of a party which aspires to cuntuoi the destinies of ana- tion.—(Groans and hisses.) And such a nation, too—a nation which doubles its population and quadruples its wealth every (wo and twenty yenrs—the only free na- tion on the face of God’s earth—a nation, the corner. stone of whose greatness was laid by him, in spenking of whom all language fails and all utterance be- comes palzied. Ransack the records of alltime Invoke the ald of the genius of the past. Who is his peer? He is Hind 24 gg in the intellectual symmetry and moral grandenr of his ehavactey. George Washington knows ho peer-—he has no parallel {Loud and onthusiastic ap plause) Let me call your attention to the startling fact that an indirect and most insidious attack has been latel made upon the memory of Washington. It was made from ‘jie yory stand only eleven days ago, by one who #tood here before the whole cauntry 9s An acknowledged mouth piece of the whig party. The lunguage of thant whig ovator was this: “He (Mr. Clay) fren “made his own character the charagter of the , a4 Washington did in his time. Washington left the nation sober, order ly, high-principled and patriotic, but on the whole rather gentle We take it up, and | 0 ashingtonian virtues, still moi ‘ energetic, ardent, enthusiastic, aspiring, self- and jive.” An honest al ad. admirer of Henry Clay should hang his head to hear such language. And yet it was uttered the presence of, und listened to with approbation by nearly 6000 whigs, and not one voice raised against it, Ithas been extensively published in the whig press. Not one whig cditor has passed strictures upon it. On the contrary “The Tribune,” without reservation, pro- hounces the whole oration of which the above is a part as “truthful” and “ masterly.” The Courier and Enqui- rer praises aud regrets that it cap not publish it. The Ex- on predicts that “when published it will be the text ok of the ; the minnows of the whig press {ol- low in the wake of these, their leviathans, Now this whig “ test-book” exaits I Clay at the expense and makes him the equal of George Washington—the eqnal of him who is degraded by a comparison with any man— whose fame should be dearer to us than our heart's blood— who is our father—for he is the father of our country.— Not content with this attempted parricide, this accre: of the whig party further says—" Mr. Clay is not only American, but America ‘iself. the Republic personi- fed” ‘This is nought but man-worship. It has no foun- ‘dation in truth. Itis the reckless and destructive spirit of ultra partizanship. It is a bowing of the knee to Baal. What reasonable and unprejudiced man would trust a | mere who, exasperated by defeat and mad with excessive just of power, are now endeavoring to gain their end by making an idol of Clay and falling hear their orators and their presses of Henry Clay, ‘one would suppose him to be more man. Iam no calumniator of Henry Clay ; I seek not to detract from his fair fame : | am willing and desirous to accord him his true position. 1 do not impugn his patriotiem. I freely grant that he is persevering, energetic, eloquent and brave—endowed with an indescribable magic of manner, and pre-eminently fitted by nature to be what he is—a great partizan leader, In ie demooratio youth, before he was flattered and caressed into the ranks of the advocates of special legislation, he stood up manfully jagainet the re-charter of the U, 8. Bank, and for Madison and the war We honor him for it. We gratefully remember his exer- tions in behalf of the acknowledgment of the indepen- dence of Greece and the South American Republics, At the same time we must regret that he whose youth gave such glorious promise, should, in the full maturity of his manhood, forsake the house of his fathers and go wan. dering after strange gods. It is beneath the dignity of the democratic pee to war with any man. The democracy war not with Henry Clay, the man—but with Henry Clay, the representative of certain principles. ‘The whig party and Henry Clay are one ; they are thoroughly identified with the policy of the land distribution, a bigh tariff based upon the priasinte of protection, and a U.S Bank Mark how there three kindred measures Lore! aid and assist each other. They dove-tail together most admirably. Each ensures the necessity for, and thejpermanance of the existence of all. Let them but be established and rivetted on the industry of the country, and an incubus will be placed on the!moral welfare and substantial prosperity of this great Republic, which will be most difficult to shake off, and which, when shaken off, have cost a bitter and protracted struggle. Elect Henry Clay President of the United States—give him a majority in both branches of Congress—let this system of policy go inte effect, and a feverish, false, and fictiticns state of things will be?en- gendered,’ and you will have entailed upon your poste nity a burthen und a curse. (A voics--"" No fear of that” —loud cheers.) The question of a United States’ Bank, one main link in the tripple chain,we thought was settled long ago, We deemed that Andrew Jackson had strangled that hydra-headed monster, and sowed salt upon its grave. But lo! in 1840, the whigs came into power And one of the first things that they did was to attempt to resuscitate an institution, the very name of which stunk and stinks in the nostrils of the community. Under the Congressional dictatorship of Henry Clay they passed a bill re-chartering the United States Bank. John Tyler vetoed it. For that act, at least, he deserves and should receive credit and gratitude. (Cheers) Now, sanguine as tee whigs always are before am election, and hugging to their bosoms the delusion that they will suc- ceed in the great Presidential canvass of 1544, they are already quietly engaged in endeavoring to galvanize that old corpse again. ‘The whig leaders here would mask their battery and avoid an Saue upon the bank. The: make it an issue in Tennessee, Kentucky, und the conti- uous States. We will wot permit this playing fast and loose. We will make it an issue here on the sea-board, and charge it home upon them. Turn to the position of on ape pehky to and after the general election of 1 lown before it, To ie oie | elections in that year were sufficiently favorable. To a tepeerance the democracy were never stronger. The re-election of Martin Van Buren to the Presidential ¢ehair, which he had so worthi!y occupied, seemed certain. And yet not many weeks had passed be- fore it was evident that the supremacy of our party and our principles was in danger. A union of the whigs, as it was called, for the sake of the union, brought about that mingling of parties and commingling of interests, which resulted in a combined league of the opponents of the de- mocracy, and paved the way for the Harrisburg Conven- tion, By that convention William Henry Hertison wee nominated for the Presidency, IScott men, Clay men, and Webster men, federalists, whigs, conservatives, Anti-Ma- sons, tariffites, bankites—all the scattered remnants of those various factions which had been time and agaia \le- feated by the cemnerey rallied, united and swarmed about that coon skin and hard cide: available candidate, General Harrison, had been chos bearer. The log cabin mumery commenced—everything which could contribute to the delusion, and height en the artificial excitement which been evoked into existence, was called into requisition. Their presses vomited forth Ogle’s lies. ir orators patrolled the country. Prentiss, of Mississippi, Wilson, of New Hampshire, Preston, of South Carolina, Webster, Cla and even Harrison himself, took the field — Nothing was left undone. On our part, we were not idle. We saw through and despised this contemptible stage trickery—this attempt to swindle the people out of their votes, and did not believe that it could succeed. In so believing. we erred, aa the result proved. The Ides of November arrived ; the battle was fought ; we were beat wn, and forced to retire from the field ; and retire we did, in good order—discomfited, but not dismayed. Although our strongest defences were a prey to the spoiler—al- though in the violence of that political hurricane, Ten- nessee, the home of our venerated Jackson, had succumb. ed benesth the shock. Our own brave State—the Empire State—had parted from her democratic meorings— though the key stone of the arch had given way, and the “star in the east” goue down. Eventhen, when 19 States out of the six-and twenty had declared against us, and our candidate had been defeated by more than 140,000 votes— though the sun of our political heaven was shrouded from our longing aera ga i darkness, disaster, and lesolation, we hoped, and toiled, and struggled on.— (Great applause) To any other party a defeat like that which we then suffered, would have ben destruction—an- al ition. But to us it was not s could not be so, and why? Why? Why is it that the democracy can be beaten hat never wubdued—vanquished but never conquered?— Secause of that which is within ‘because we strive for he true, and aim at the equal the just. The very ruths for which we contend, afford ns a rallying point ind asupport in the hour of adversity. (Cheers) In the -anvase of 1840, the Whigs systematically cadeavored to lind the people to the true questions at issue, Letters vere written to General Hattison enquiring his views upon disputed questions of moment. and the line of polic which he would adopt if elected. The answer was, “As! ny committee” Success attained by fraud is in its very nature temporary. The Whigs triumphed by fraud eae triumphed on such issues as these — >oon skins, hard cider, log cabins, William Henry Harri- son, two dollars a day and roast beef, or Martin Van Bu- ren, #ixand a quarter cents a day and sheep's pluck — Chey triumphed—but their triumph was short lived and hitter. Firm, united, undismayed, standing on the immu: table basis of their own principles, the unterrified democ- racy rallied. In theelections of the following spring and ummer, we recovered our foot-hold throughout the coun- oy: The granite column of the young democracy charg: vd upon the enemy, and they went down beforeit. | (Tre. mendous applause} Since then we have maintained our position. Why, then, should any man doubt our success in this coming conflict? Let us be organised, vigilant. de- termined. Let us fight the battle, inch by inch. We must resume the offensive. We must carry the war into Africa. We must be true to ourselves, our candi our cause. We must do our duty,our whole duty, and nothing but our duty. We must deserve success, leave the eventtoHim who made us. If I read rightly the signs of the times, and do not Rreatly tnisunderstand the temper of the democracy, on the fourth Monday of May next, there will be a thorough organization, an earn- and deep seated enthusiasm throughout the breadth of theland. ‘That organization, earn- estness, and enthusiasm will be centred on the nominee of the Baltimore Convention, whoever he maybe. Here. = the anniversary of the birth day of the Hero of ew Orleans, intent upon the preservation of our princi- ples, and merging our preferences for men, we pledge to the nominee of that convention an honest, earnest, and whole-souled support. (Greatcbeers.) Now, nine cheers for the nominee of the Baltimore Convention. (Nine deaf- ening cheers, and “ one more,” were accordingly given ) Our local matters Sdemand a passing notice. Our municipal election is approaching. All partis appreciate its great importance, At the late whig convocation here, Horace Greeley could not let his section of the party go home without a pote admonition as to the Great iny- portance of carrying the city in April. He desires the whigs to start their ball here—let them try it. If the wait to start their ball until they start it here, they will never start it at all. ‘Turn we now to the new-fangled and short-lived Native American party. ‘Their name and style should be the Anti American party—(tremendous cheering for some minutes)—because their principles are characterized by an ingratitude, a narrowness ol view, a want of true patriotism, a bigoted, intolerant and perse cuting spirit which are any thing else but American, They lack Khoa i at can he likened to an inverted pyramid—syre to topple over, eir whole scheme of ac. tion is comprised in an attempt to procure the essent modification or repeal of the present naturalization laws, combined with a war upon the foreign vote—the forcign vote! There is no foreign vote. (Great applause) We will never ere ion any distinction between the native and adopted citizen—we are one and the same—Ameri- cans all, (Renewed cheers) Let the safety and stability of our government be menaced to-morrow—I care not how—or by whom—by domestic treason or foreign force —and I'll stake my soul’s salvation that the naturalized citizens would be as true as stoi. (Great applause.) Instead of being deficient in, they would brim over wit! patriotism. They would contribute their money and shed their blood—oh—how gladly. wad how. willingly !—to keep the flag of freedom flying. (Deafening applause, and cries of “they done so before, and they'd do so again !”) Flag of the free heart’s only home, By angel hands to valor given, Thy stars have lit the welkin dom: And all thy hues were born i Forever float that standard sheet ! Where breathes the foe but fallsibefore us, With Freedom’s soil beneath our feet, And Freedom’s banner streaming o’er us, In speaking of Andrew Jackson, I began. In speaking of Andrew Jackson I willend. He isthe son of poor Irish parents, who, driven from their native country: oe res. sion, sought a refuge here. The father died about two years after his emigration, leaving three sons (of whom the infant, Andrew, was the youngest) to the cure of a wi- dowed mother. Her circumstances were straitened, but she kept her little household together. She lived for her pt children, and is fied ven gba 4 hee reward. | his Honor the ‘Mayor said— "| There are two traits in the | charact which should not pa: mestic affections, and unquenchable love of country. (Cheers) Follow the Irish exile, driven forth by the sad mi and re laws home end @ alet dtewhaon: Dut wherever he may be, wander where he will, he never for- gets the mother who watched over his infancy, the compa- niens of his youth, and the land of his rH, rive him of ‘thing that renders life desirable—impair hin health-catriy hi of his property—take friend and rela- tive from » side—steep him ‘to the very lips in the whelming slough of poverty—you may deprive him of 1 else, but you cannot wring from him his love of coun- try.—(Great cheers.) ‘That pure and unselfish love will burn but with a brighter ray amid the ati re ot nury and privation, and the death-damps of despair. eaken his pA disease—stretch him on the couch of sickness and far bed of death—his thoughts are sng-ioe Dee of his.childbeod fits before ae slazing vision—and even as the parting spirit wings its ty still will his heart find an echo to the ory of rin Mavour. neen, Erin go bragh, ‘To resume. ‘The war of the Revo- lution broke out, and those poor Irish boys joined the American party: Andrew only 14 perros The elder brother died in arma, fighting ags the British, at the battle of Stono. The second was taken prisoner, t asa rebel, thrown into a dungeon, uncared for, and with his wounds undressed. This brought on an in’ flammation of the brain. An exchange of took it home to die, ‘This broke the mother’s e closed on her, as it had done on her t fifteen, Andrew Jackson was alone in the world, In the emphatic language of the Indian chieftain, not a drop of his blood ran in the veins of any living creature, There is not time to follow, step by his energetic onward career. Poor, unfriended, solitary, pedionsteny Desai all obstacles, he worked his upward way. Oh, how mysterious are the ways of Providence! there been no Andrew Jackson, there would have been no New Orleans. And the cruelties and wrongs inflicted by the British Government upon thet ir, OX iled family, ultimately cost England the saddest feld that she has seen since Bannockburn, and were expiated on the hanks of the Mississippi in the blood of five thousand of her bravest. (Tremendous cheer- ing, and stentorian shouts of “Old Hickory forever!") {am not about to enlarge upon the battle of New Orleans. Ite history is familiar to you all. There are very few here who have not heard its story told eloquently and well by Major Davezac —(Cheers.) He wax an eye-wit- ness and participator in the action. It would be presump- tious and unbecoming in me to trespass on ground so pe- culiarly his own. Pass we then on in this rapid review, exulting as we go that our democratic membera in Con- [heed have procured the passage of a Jaw reimbursing to neral Jackson the fine so unjustly imposed upon him by Judge Hall. The act has been carried into eftect; and thus the country has restored to the hero’s laurelled brow the only leaf that was ever plucked from it.—(Loud ap- plause.) There are many here who well remember how Andrew Jackson has been assailed. Calumny and vitu. peration exhausted their malice on him—combinations of toiled political opponents—udventurers disappoitned in their ambitious projects—the factions prejudiced and de- signing—were banded together against our leader, and threatened him with annihilation. They filled the air with clamor, but they howled, and howled in vain around that brave old hickory tree that struck its roots so firmly and so well into the generous soil of democracy. (Chee loud by day, Then was the name of Andrew Jackson our c! and our pillar of fire by night. He was our shield and sword, our Fabius and Marcellus both. Mutually sus- taining and sustained, we grappled with the head and fron! of our mushroom moneyed aristocracy, the United States Bank, and strangled the hydra, not in its youth,not in its old age, but inthe lusty prime of its golden man- hood. (Cheers.) Ite defunct carcase has never received decent burial from the hands of its friends and mourners, the;whigs; but has been lett to rot, to putrify, andto contaminate the moral stmosphere of the land.— (Groans and hirses.) Aye, Andrew Jackson was true te our principles, true to us, and we were truetohim. We gave him a hearty and triumphant support, the same sup- rt that we will always giveto the man who, elevated y our suffrages, conscientiously and determinedly carriea out our views. No man ever knew and no man ever will know the Democracy falter or shrink in sustaining our faithful public ser ‘To our public men we say—ads here to our principles and we will adhere to you. De- sert our principles and we will man, however exalted by genius and elevated by can do without the people half so well as the do without him. Demagogues are apt to forgetthis truth. They conceive themselves with their attendant train of satellites and wire-pullers, to be the people. Aa long av they merely think so,without acting on the supposition, it is all well enough. The moment theytact under this false belief, they are undeceived only to awake in utter and deserved ruin, When men prove recreant to the trust reposed in them, as among others, Nathaaiel P. ‘Tall. madge, present United States Senator, has done, they must expect to have their ears saluted with such musie as is made up of the curses of hate and the hisses of scorn.— Moreover, they are sure to receive the wages of political sin, which is political death. (Hisees ‘for all renegades.” When our pnblic men are true to us—true to those broal principles of equal rights and equal laws which constitute our democratic creed—as Thomas Jefferson, James Madi- ron and Andrew Jackson have been—and as Richard M. Johnson, Martin Van Buren, John C, Calhoun and Silas Wright are—whenever and wherever they are assailed, we will rally around them to a maa, and unitedly and tri- aueeaey sustain them to the last. Hereafter, when men speak of New Orieans and Andrew Jackson—when they contemplate his consistent, dignified, and patriotic course ax President of the United States—when they call to mind the obloquy and contumely that poured’ upon him—as they remember the fact that in the midst of alt this conflict he was doprived of the wife of his bosom, she whom he had cherished with an exceeding tenderness, on whom he had lavished the wealth of his ‘ions, whom he had loved as the strong man only can love—and as those memories rise before them, they will feel as Halleck did when he wrote his beautiful lines to the memory of Burns—lines that will live ior ever - What soft tears dim the eye unshed ? ‘What wild vows falter on the tongue ? ‘When Scots who ha’ wi’ Wallace bled, Or auld lang syne iz sung. Picture him now ju the Hermitage, The sun is setting. Its declining yays fall through Sretmiiigent ont! Rowe form ne, who had he been a Roman, would have been the noblest Roman of them all. Silent and alone he falls into a reverie, His eyes involuntarily ck And the days of his youth come back upon him. His countenance saddens as he feels that the voicefof her,who istin heaven, falls no longeron bisear, Her form filts not by him on thousand ’customed errands of domestic love. He is ut ho is not lonely—he reflects on his latter day. He rejoices in the contemplation of the doctrines of that holy christian faith, which bids us live for ever. He is his sun is going down in peace. The sir around him is laden with the Llessings of a grateful peo- ple, and every breeze is vocal with his praises. ——All things wear in him An aspect of eternity—his thoughts, His feelings, passions good or evil, Have nothing of old age ; and his bold brow Bears but the scars of mind, the thoughts of years, Not their decrepitude. When Andrew Jackson dies, he will have left a deathless lesson— A name which is a virtue and a soul, Which multiplies itself throughout all time. The rich inhevitanec of his virtues and his glory is ours. That inheritance we will cherish and detend forever. Long may he live. But when his spirit shall ascend to the God that gave it, the whole {and will rise up and call him blessed, ‘The manhood and the womanhood of this Re- public will unite in the heartfelt and trusting prayer that when he sypeers at the bar of Omnipotence, he will re- ceive the salutation of ‘‘ Well done good and faithful ser- vant.” (Loud and continued cheering.) One word mor and Ihave done. 1 spoke but a short time since of the Br. timore Convention, and | spoke of nominee; and now let me speak for the assembled democracy of this fair city, and say that whoever this nominee may be, we will give him our united—our undivided—our all-conquer ng port. (Loud cheers) Whether he be Lewis Cass of Mi- chigan— (feeble Cogn? armies Buchanan, of Pennsylva- ‘Silence)—the old Kentucky war horse, Richard M, Johnson—(Loud cheers) -John “C. Calhoun, of South Carolina—(Louder cheers)—or 2 York’s favorite son, Martin Van Buren. (‘Tremondous and deafening cheers.) The principles which Andrew Jackson advooated from his boyhood to his more than three score years and ten, are once more at stake. Let us then, from this moment henceforth Forgetting the fends and the strife of past time, Counting, coldness, injustice, anc silence a crime, Vow to go into this coming Presidential canvass with the stern resolve to do our duty—in the largest and widest sense of the term, and let the consequences take care of themselves. If 'we do this—if we fight ¢ tle as itshould be fought. with honesty, abiding energy, and an enthusiasm tempered by a cool, calm, courage, we willtriumph, Dothis, andeven if we fail, we will have no cause for selfaccusation And whatever the result, we have one consolation vonchsufed to us and denied to our opponents ; and that ia, that the sun of Truth can never set—the mists of prejudice may arise and obscure its rays—the clouds of error intervene and hide its beams —the tempests of faction and party hate shut out its genial and life bestowing heat ; but the mists will urise—the clouds will pass away—the tempest roll on and be forgot- ten, while the sun, the brighter and the dearer for his temporary gee Oe shine on as he shone of yore— to brighten, to gladden, to vivify and to bless, It is so in the physical world—so in the moral—so in the political — Truth can never die. And those political principles which we uphold—in which we live, and for which we are wil- ling to die, will widen and deepen, extend and exist for ever. (Loud and prolonged applauie) Mr. Mecvicce’s address was heard with the greatest at- nd was remarkably well received. address, the professional ladies and gentlemen, Philli and Sharpe, and Miss Bruce, and Lynch, Holme Kneas and Kavanagh, sang in eilent style the following:— G—MARCH! MARCH! ‘Tuxe—“March, march, Ettrick and Teviotdale, WRITTEN FOR THE OCCASION DY B.S. HART, REQ. March, march Calhoun and Johnson men, Forward my lads, and march in good order, March, march Cass and Van Duren men, Henry Clay’s cohorts are now on our border. Many a banner spread, flutters above your heads, Many @ crest that is famous in story, Come and make reauy then, Democracy minute men, Fight for your cause, and your great chiefiain’s glory, Chorus—March! march! &c. Come from the hills, where your cattle are grazin; ‘Come from the glen ofthe buck ani the oe, Come where the beacon of Freedom is blazing, Determined to rout, and to vanquish your foe, Gallant hearts bounding, hills are resounding With cries that must wu e, to march on in erder, Our country shali many aday, tell of the gallant fray, ‘When we drove back the cohorts of Clay in disorder. Choras—March! march! ke. Come for Democracy’ foes are united, And fraud and corruption are leagued to destroy ye, Come for your faith, and your honor are plighted, ‘To conquer the foe, who now seek to betray ye. Let no dissension then, sever your ranks my men, True to your , and to law and good order, These to maintain my men, bravely we will again Drive back the forces of Clay in disorder. Choras—March! march! &e, This was “ rapturously encored,” and elicited thunders if lause. *' Then came air” by the band; after which “T now introduce to you Captain Tyack, who has pro- unnotice! here. Their strong do: bably seen and conversed with General Jackson more econtly than any other citizen of New York.”—(Cheers.) Captain Track, afine, hardy looking old, veteran, then