Daily National Intelligencer

TEMPER OF THE FACTION.

We have seen paraded in the columns of the Federal papers, with a vast deal of ceremony, certain acrimonious extracts, in the true Thyrsitean style, from the Boston Federal prints, as specimens of the terrible 'temper' which rages in New-England. That our readers may not remain in utter ignorance of the progress of this temper, we subjoin an extract from the Boston Gazette, the intemperance, folly and baseness of which we think no one will deny.

The prologue may be thus stated. The Federal rulers of Massachusetts deny the use of their Militia to the General Government, asserting their own exclusive right and ability to judge when it is proper to call them out. The state is invaded, as the General Government had anticipated. So far from calling out their Militia, and repelling the enemy from their soil, Governor Strong and his Legislature refuse even to enquire into the expediency of doing so.

Month after month passes away; and, to the disgrace of the state, the enemy retains undisturbed possession of its soil. Finding the state determined, notwithstanding its loud professions, to make no effort to rescue its citizens and soil from foreign dominion, the General Government, it appears, has required a portion of the Militia to be employed, on its responsibility, for that purpose. Now, reader, attend!

Enter Boston Gazette.-Loquitur.

"It is whispered, that after four or five months utter neglect, a great expedition is to be undertaken, we will not say where, lest the enemy should know it. It is said the militia of Massachusetts are to be invited to achieve it without money and provisions. The Generalissimo selected on this occasion, will be generally approved; as he was among the principal promoters of the war, it is right he should have an opportunity to signalize himself. A wag, who is addicted to alliteration, remarked, that the only obstacles to its success were the want of

Arts, arms, and ability,
Courage, conduct, and credit,
Men, money, and merit.

It will be seen that we make no reflections on the militia, for we are satisfied they will not go."

Oh! Massachusetts! Massachusetts! How art thou fallen, when such are thy oracles!