The Recorder

IN the Examiner of the 6th current, Mr. Jones has one original article, and one only. It is composed in the truly chaste and classical style for which his print has, for some time, been so eminently distinguished. The subject of Mr. Jones is general Marshall, whom he attacks without the remotest regard to reason, prudence, or common sense. We say prudence; because while Mr. Jones is galloping down hill, with such uncommon velocity, while he cannot get his Examiner to press till almost a whole day after other papers, for want of money to buy a ream of paper, we say that in such a deplorable state of finance, it is not prudent either to make new enemies, or to widen the rupture with old ones.

The whole article proceeds upon misrepresentation. From reading this paper, one would suppose that the Recorder had been calling judge Marshall nicknames. While, at the same time, the quotation is made in such a slovenly ambiguous style, that, Jones if pressed, can deny the charge of misquoting Jones introduces black Sally: and as he says not one word in defence or exculpation of Mr. Jefferson, we presume that he has given up the point. The propriety of this introduction is a depth of mystery not fathomable by the common plummet of human reason.

It would be degrading judge Marshall, it would be degrading Cowley, the door keeper at the capitol, to say any thing in answer to a personal attack from Jones. He has the exclusive merit of discovering that the present mayor of Richmond is a Scotchman. The mayor himself never knew this before.

If Jones himself had not been the most ungrateful of mankind, he would never have mentioned the name of judge Marshall but with respect. No difference of political opinion, if Jones can be said to have one, could have justified his attack. Marshall? who was it that got you into the executive council, and by consequence, into the public printership? when you were almost at the end of your tether. Come forward, miscreant! and deny that Mr. Marshall was the principal agent in the business! And if you DARE, you shall hear a little more about it.

Jones is always turning the muzzle of his piece against himself. He has now, and we thank him for the service, once more informed his readers that judge Marshall approves of the Recorder. We always note that this is not, neither do we wish it to be an indiscriminate approbation. We close with once more observing that the judge was never in this office in his life; that we have never spoken to him, nor corresponded with, nor have ever to our knowledge seen him. The encomium which he pronounced was to different gentlemen from whom we had it: and as more popular than any thing, perhaps, which we could say in our defence, we took the freedom to publish it. We conjecture that the judge has lately desired Jones to stop his Examiner. This cannot be surprising; and it may account for the fretfulness of Jones.

N. B. Jones is as dumb as death about the affair of Mr. Walker's lady.