The Daily Madisonian

We copy the subjoined extract from the N. Y. Post's Washington correspondence, dated the 14th instant. Yesterday we almost quarrelled with an article we found in the Post—to-day we are so much pleased with the truthful and honest remarks of its Washington correspondent, that we are inclined to think that this paper, too, will in the end do justice to the "People's President."

Your readers will perceive that there is not much doing in Washington, at present, in which they are interested. There is some scandal and a good deal of gossip, with which I might fill your columns, but I know it would not suit the taste of the readers of the Evening Post. However, I must be permitted to state, that I have seen and conversed with President Tyler, and find him to be a gentleman of frank, open-hearted, unassuming manners, such as become the representative of our republic. He is dignified, yet familiar, and approaches you as a friend; you find yourself perfectly at ease in his company, and feel at once that you are conversing with a gentleman of true republican simplicity. I have seen many of our Presidents, nearly all of them, and none of them approaches President Monroe so nearly in his manners as President Tyler. Every one must feel that he is in the society of one who has the true interests of his country at heart, and wishes to recommend such measures as he believes will promote the greatest good of the greatest number. The democracy will judge of him by his measures, and if his measures are democratic, they should and will receive their support.

The Clay Whigs, so called, are perfectly quiet, but this calm portends a storm which will break out with dread violence. Their object is to thwart Mr. Tyler and elevate Mr. Clay; but they will be sadly disappointed in this. Clay can never collect any more strength than he now has; his political days are numbered, and he will, henceforth, grow weaker and weaker. Many of the Whigs are ashamed of their conduct at the last session, and would be glad to have the confidence of Mr. Tyler. But this they can never gain, and although they may attempt to conciliate him, yet he cannot but remember the disgraceful mobs—the burning effigies—the denunciatory resolutions of that party, which expected to crush him at once. The people, the democracy of the country, frowned upon their violent and intolerant measures, and extended their sympathy to Mr. Tyler, which he never will forget.