The New Hampshire Gazette

GRAND SALUTE
In honor of the Glorious Victory of the
DEMOCRATS OF NEW-YORK.

Agreeably to notice issued in our last, the Democrats of Portsmouth assembled on Tuesday evening, and made arrangements for expressing the general joy which has been diffused throughout the Democratic ranks by the success of the cause of Jeffersonian Democracy in the City and State of New-York.

Thursday last, the 13th instant, was fixed upon, and accordingly at sunrise on that day, a grand salute of ONE HUNDRED AND ONE GUNS was fired from two pieces of brass artillery, of six pound calibre, the bells were rung, and the national flags were displayed on public places throughout the day.

At noon, a National salute of TWENTY-FOUR GUNS was fired from a large and heavy EIGHTEEN POUNDER, called the MADISON GUN, which was fired at the time of the re-election of President MADISON, and had never been used since that memorable event.

At sunset, another salute of ONE HUNDRED AND ONE GUNS from the brass artillery was repeated, and followed by THREE THUNDERING charges from the MADISON GUN, which made all ring again. The ringing of bells was repeated at noon and at sunset. Seldom have we seen the Whigs exhibit such manifest vexation as on this event. The most light-hearted among them would not take a joke, nor scarce "digest the venom of their spleen." They stopped or prevented several of the bells from ringing in the morning, where they happened to have the control, but they were, however, most of them rung we believe at noon, and all we believe at sunset.

'The Boston Daily Advertiser and the Commercial Gazette are informed, that not a gun was fired—not a kernel of powder burnt, nor a flag hoisted, nor a bell rung in this town on Thursday last by the "Whigs," or by any body on their account, or on account of any "Whig" Victory in Massachusetts. The Whigs were as mute as fishes on that day, except that perhaps now and then one might hear a spiteful and venomous remark if a Democrat happened to pass one of them. A federal print in this town has attempted to turn the rejoicings of the Democrats on that day into a Whig salute, &c, &c.— Wonder if the Whigs would agree to pay the bills? Since they represent themselves to have been dancing Whig victories, why not pay the fiddler?

The Evening Scenes.—In the evening, after the firing of salutes on Thursday last, there was a pretty large assemblage of boys, grown, overgrown and half grown, collected about the parade, who seemed disposed to have a share of the fun, and several Bonfires were kindled, and no little noise ensued.

We have no taste for such expressions of joy and rejoicings, but we are not disposed to abridge the enjoyments of those that have, provided the public sustains no injury. In the present case, no harm seems to have been intended, but we find the managers of a "neighboring print" seem very much disposed to censure, and as usual, lay all the blame to the Democratic party. Whatever of noise or apparent disorder takes place, must of course be laid to them; the federal party claim "all the decency."

Wonder who were the authors of all the noises, huzzas and groans uttered throughout the streets of the good federal city of Boston on the night of the election there,—enough to split the ears of sober and quiet men? Was that too, all the work of Democrats? Want to know if 'twas?

These pious lovers of order are extremely sensitive of noise when it serves to remind them of the onward march of Democracy; but on other occasions they are as placid and "calm as a summer's morning." It is but a few evenings since, that our ears were assailed with the most discordant and hideous noises, such as the buzzing of boys, the blowing of conch-shells, horns, &c. which, in regard to the different intervals of tone, indicated any thing but harmony; these were suffered to carry on their fun, and light up several bonfires in the "most public and valuable part of the town," on the parade; there the young rogues were suffered to enjoy their fun and noise, warming themselves with their backs to the fire and their hands behind them, undisturbed by a single police officer, or any one else, till becoming satiated with this mode of enjoyment, the fires were extinguished, and they retired peaceably to their several homes. Now what was the reason that no particular danger or disgrace was attached to the town by certain fastidious editors and police officers on this occasion? Why simply, because no agitating political question was aroused by it, whereby a stigma could be cast on the friends of the present administration! It was the old fashioned "POPE NIGHT"—the 5th of November revived, and perhaps suited the whigs much better than rejoicing for Democratic victories!

We repeat that we have no taste whatever for such refined pleasures and enjoyments, we always regret to see any thing of this sort; but when any attempt is made to fix a stigma on citizens as peaceable, quiet and unoffending in their demeanor as any who live within the precincts of our town, we will defend them. Nor will we take it quietly as a party reflection; it ill becomes those whose party at the intemperate Whig celebration in this town, in honor of the election of the Whig city officers in New-York, (save the Mayor) in April last, attempted to burn Jackson's effigy (an attempt which they dare not deny) to throw out party reflections of this kind. The old proverb respecting those who live in houses of glass need not be repeated.

In Boston, on the evening of the election, a "mob" of the professing pinks of "all the decency" visited the house of Mr. John Henshaw, (a respectable democratic gentleman,) and grossly insulted him and alarmed his family. The dwelling-house of Mr. Charles G. Greene, of the Morning Post, was likewise assailed by a Whig banditti, and besmeared with filth. This is the conduct of the party who hypocritically profess so much regard for the sanctity of the laws—order—and—political rights.

A good hit.—A Tory-Whig,—supposed to be one of the "Standing Committee on their Party Name,"—was very zealously defending their adoption of the new title of Whig: "The whig reputation," said he, looking very shrewdly, "will embalm us—it will preserve our political body." "I don't know that," retorted a democratic dealer in provisions, who was one of the company addressed, "Tis much more likely that the Tory body, will spoil the Whig nickle."— Bost. Post