The New Hampshire Gazette

[From the correspondent of the Boston Statesman.]

Washington, June 6, 1834.—The Senate were entertained with an interlude this morning, between Dr. Linn, of Mo., and Mr. Poindexter, of Mis. (O my!) in which the latter was left in the "first ditch" as he was at New-Orleans. Dr. Linn had reported a Bill relative to some lands in Mo., on which the settlers had "squoted," like the "toads" of Eden, before the territory had become a State; Mr. P. being on the same committee, notified of its sittings, and consenting to the Bill, nevertheless moved to have the accompanying documents printed, and complained that no report accompanied the Bill. As a course of this kind was calculated to retard the progress of the bill, and postpone it to another session, Dr. Linn very candidly informed his honorable colleague, that he considered his conduct "mean and contemptible." This drew a courteous response from Mr. P. in which he intimated that he should not regard anything coming from that quarter, at the same time doubling up his digits with a sort of Thrasonical brag. The Dr. rejoined in no measured terms, alluding to the private and public character of his antagonist, as well as his morals and courage, and concluded with saying, that respect for the dignity of the Senate alone prevented him from expressing his sentiments of the member from Mis., in language appropriate to his character and conduct. In the course of the dialogue, the Dr. took an opportunity to contradict flatly all Mr. P's assertions, and left him to ruminate upon them. Dr. Linn is naturally a very mild, amiable man, and as inoffensive as a flask of Dupont, till he encounters a spark of insult, and then, presto! he explodes as quick! He is about 45 years of age, rather above the middling stature, compact and muscular—dark hair and eyes, and of an animated and pleasing expression of countenance.

He left his seat, and retired to the recess immediately after this incident, and several of the opposition Senators came round him, as well as his friends; but poor Poindexter was "left alone in his glory." He was really an object of pity as well as contempt, for nobody went near him. After the lapse of some time, he was observed to go up to Mr. Frelinghuysen, and conversed a moment in a manner that indicated he wanted some ghostly advice: for the supposition that he asked his "friendly" aid in an affair of honor, is forbidden by the well known fact that he belongs to the church militant, and is of course a non-combatant. Everybody said when they saw the Christian meekness of the Senator from Mis., "that Biddy won't fight." There is no probability of the "affair" resulting in any "legislative actions," any more than Mr. Clay's resolutions: and it is seriously believed that the Senate will not grant the Senator (who professes to be so ready to peril his life for his honor) even an executive session, to hush up the affair with secresy and put his apology on record.