Alexandria Advertiser And Commercial Intelligencer

The phalanx in the north tremble at the approach of our great election. The Chronicle of Boston, in bitter mood, deprecates the event. Already hath that quintessence of Democracy proclaimed the fears of its supporters. Ere the federal could intimate their choice, the Chronicle announces Pinckney and King for the highest honors of our country, while, like sir Fretful Plagiary choking with mortification, it attempts to laugh at its own dread. This looks well--for when strength and courage are on the wane, we find solace, in contumely.

The same publication, in announcing the death of Callender, triumphantly asks, "What will the Feds do now." This witty and severe sarcasm, is enough to conjure up an host of scribblers--but they are not wanted; nor should we have made a comment thereon, were it not to return our defective title to the apostate, and, to place him in his past and happiest station. Sounding the tocsin of faction, and reviling that government, whose lenient arms received the proscribed ingrate.--and Was not this done, Demos, all for you?