The New Hampshire Gazette

From the Washington Globe.

FINE APPLICATION OF A FABLE

No one can read the communication which we extract from an Alabama paper, without asking Who gets the 'cheese?' The fable shows how THE crow, that took it from the cottage, lost it, and that the flattering Fox carried it off. Mr. Clay's experience proves that he who took the election of Chief Magistrate from the People, was only the factor for the poaching party among us:

From the Enquirer

REPUBLICANS!—WHAT DOES IT MEAN?

Judge White, at the closing scenes of the late Congress, was discovered in the ranks of Jackson's enemies, aiding and abetting those against whom he has boldly carried on the most uncompromising opposition, until now, having shown them no quarter and asked no favor at their hands. This distinguished Senator has been the able and fearless advocate of all the great measures of the present administration. He has gallantly defended it at every important point, and nobly sustained it against the combined powers of a recreant, vindictive, and despotic Senate; and yet, with that very SENATE, I fear he is guilty of a little billing and cooing of late. O tempora! O mores!! Will the People mistake such a sign? Surely, surely not. It is too portentous to pass unnoticed.

Messrs Editors, I feel anxious to bring to the notice of the distinguished Senator, the striking fable of the Fox and the Crow, and have only to regret that it did not fall in his way just before he penned his letter of perfect resignation to the will of his kind and overweening friends. I hope it will not encumber your columns. The fable runs thus :

A Crow having taken a piece of cheese out of a cottage window, flew up into a high tree with it, in order to eat it; which a fox observing, came and sat underneath, and began to compliment the crow upon the subject of her beauty. I protest, says he, I never observed it before, but your feathers are of a more delicate white than any I ever saw in my life. Ah! what a fine shape and graceful turn of body is there. And I make no question but you have a charming voice. If it is but as fine as your complexion, I do not know a bird that can pretend to stand in competition with you. The crow, tickled with this very civil language, nestled and wriggled about, and hardly knew where she was; but thinking the fox a little doubtful as to the particular of her voice, and having a mind to set him right in that matter, she began to sing, and in the same instant let the cheese drop out of her mouth. This being what the fox wanted, he chopped it up in a moment and trotted away, laughing to himself at the easy credulity of the crow.

It now remains for the People of the United States to make the true applications of the foregoing fable to the case of the Whigs and Judge White. They had never observed the commanding beauty of his pretensions before; but now they have come forward to declare, that what they have ever regarded as black, is really, to their utter surprise, 'the most delicate white they ever saw.' In other words, from a Democratic Republican of the deepest dye, he has been suddenly transformed into a most glorious Whig; and what is still better, 'an available candidate' with whom indeed, 'there is none,' in the language of the fable, 'who can pretend to stand in competition.' Mirabile dictu! The dull, harsh croaking voice of Republicanism has been gracefully changed into the rich and fascinating strains of Whiggism. In the present altitude of the cajoled and flattered Senator, may we not exclaim, Ilium fuit!

One of The Democracy.