Vandalia Whig And Illinois Intelligencer

A correspondent of the Jacksonville Patriot, who dates his epistles at Vandalia, complains that the seat of government is so filled with strangers, that for quarters, he finds himself ignominiously crammed into a "kitchen corner," and obliged to take a fellow lodger at that. We should infer from the satisfaction he seems to enjoy in his new home, and the low vulgar sneers he attempts to play off upon our place, our townsmen and the people assembled here, that it was not the first time he had been in a "kitchen corner" nor that, being there, he was much out of place. We claim for our citizens the credit of possessing some tact in discovering the gentleman or the jockey, and assigning each his proper place; and we should not be much surprised, if in his next letter, the correspondent of the Patriot should find it necessary to complain that he had been gathered up with so convenient a piece of "kitchen" furniture as a pair of tongs, and thrown, "bag and baggage," out of doors.— "The Correspondent," we hope, will not think us personal; we cannot well be so, for we assure him that we are wholly unacquainted with the peculiarities of his physiognomy; and tho we may meet him every day jostling about the streets with the bustling air and independence of a man who has "effected an insurance upon his limbs" at a low rate, we cannot say "thou art the man" to any one among the "vast crowd." If, however, we should undertake to search him out, his own epistles furnish the means of considerably circumscribing the range of inquiry. "The Senate," he says, or rather writes, "really looks very respectable;" this we should take as proof sufficient, that he is not among them. 'In the House of Representatives' he continues, Capt. Jenkins is the successful candidate for Speaker, and has the merit of having served a campaign against Black Hawk." We presume, then, the Patriotic correspondent is not of that respectable majority who elected Mr. Jenkins. If we rightly judge, that gentleman would disdain the support of any one who could see in him no merit but that of having served in an Indian campaign; so that our epistolary scribbler, if he be not driven out of the Assembly entirely, is pushed into rather close "corners" in one branch of it. and perhaps his next letter will furnish the means of tracing him to his own "kitchen corner." We will wait to see.

Seriously, however, we regret that the conductors of the Patriot, who aim to sustain character, and that, too, with much success, should condescend to insert under the dignified head of editorial "correspondence," a mere string of "jibes and jokes," and sneers upon a rising town. The writer is governed neither by truth, nor decency, and pens his letters, we presume, for the same purpose Pindar's razors were made—"To sell." We suffer much abroad from this kind of merry-making: at home it passes for what it is worth, but on the other side of the Mountains it is much increased in value, and becomes of sufficient importance to call forth repeated and learned comments to show the refinement and intelligence of the west.