Republican Herald

PROVIDENCE.

THURSDAY EVENING, APR. 23, 1840.

FOR THE HERALD.

RANDOM SHOTS—No. 4.—By a Sportsman.

LOG CABIN.

I think I will this time aim a shot at that rough huge pile of ridiculous whig nonsense which graces the old Town House yard, safely protected by Lawyer's offices in front, a Watch house on the right, the redoubt-able Journal office, with the "young man" in it, on the left, and an armory and horse-shed in the rear. The first attractive object which meets the eye, in ascending College Street, is a tall tower, which is ominous, no doubt, for the "Tip" is off, stuck in the ground close by the door of the Journal office. Only one thing is wanting to make the pole significant. An old yellow petticoat run up to the top, to change with the wind, would admirably represent both the "available" and his party. Then behind the "arms" of the law stands the veritable "Log Cabin," the wondrous monument of whig patriotism. A "Log Cabin," in a city! How finely it contrasts with the twenty-two Bank buildings and the fine houses of the Presidents, Cashiers and Directors, who are so very anxious to elect a wise President who will establish over them a "GREAT REGULATOR," to guard the public revenue, and help brood the thousand little chicks who cannot endure the chill blasts of the people's call for justice and equality.

And who were first and foremost in this patriotic work among Providence log cabin builders? Why, to be sure, Parley Banks! With as high a head and as hollow a heart, as ever filled a patent talc trunk, he has been swaggering and foaming about with a most chivalrous and patriotic cast, for the last few weeks, to help save our country from ruin, by gullling the honest yeomanry, mechanics and working men, into the belief that, if such men as he can only stand at the helm, the ship shall be kept safe from the shoals and rocks, and always under full headway, despite the adverse gales of over-trading and speculation, and the changing tide, the flux and reflux of extravagant bank emissions and curtailments.

It was not a little amusing to see Parley Banks and his long-haired, bandy-legged, pale faced clerks, who always cluck when he crows, undertake to lift at the logs of the cabin. Thinks I, the "huge paws," would do that work a little more nicely, though they might not thumb off ribbon quite so fast, nor count out Bank rags with so much adroitness. Half, yes, nine-tenths of these poor deluded whigs never saw a log house in all their lives, and hence it is no marvel that the sight of such a splendid mass of matter and a taste of the "old cider" made them so dizzy they could not all go home straight exactly.

Said an old democrat who just stopped as he passed by, to see this wondrous feat of whig patriotism and economy, "had these fellows been born in log houses, and lived in them, and worked about them as I have, they would have been as thorough democrats, long ere this: but having been pampered in ease, and grown querulous at the failures of their wild schemes to speculate and live out of the people, they go about to tantalize and mock at our humble, but" added he with emphasis, "honest and industrious condition."

Parley Banks must build more log houses and live in them before the honest people will go into his gull-traps. Let them pull another wire.