The Daily Union

TO THE EDITOR OF THE UNION.

Baltimore, Nov. 20, 1846.

Sir: The intimation of the "New York Globe," copied in your paper of the 19th, that Mr. Wright had enemies of the democratic party at Washington, who had lent their powerful influence to defeat his election, would appear to every honest mind as the misconstruction of madness, or a political monomania, unaccountable to sane mind, if the same efforts were not made elsewhere to produce the same impression. This course is not only unjust, but monstrous. It should not only not be tolerated, but denounced. It is a subject, if persisted in, upon which the voice of the masses—the working men of the party—should be heard, and in no gentle tones; as one of them, this shall be my course. It has been whispered here, but only in chosen ears. No greater outrage to the honor, the integrity, or the personal character of any man, in or out of office, high or low, could be committed. Treason and treachery, faithlessness and duplicity! in whose heart could such suspicions grow without a foundation? If there is a cause, let the world know it, hold the guilty up to merited infamy; be he in office or out of it, strong or weak; but no more insinuations—no more suspicions! The disinterested mass of the democratic party repudiate with scorn such midnight blows.

Shakespeare never drew a more detestable character than Iago, and the democratic party want none of them. They want open charges and proof—names, facts, and the indictment; then will the accused have as fair a trial by as free and honest a nation of jurymen as the world ever contained. If a slander, the man who hisses it, does more to injure, distract, and destroy the democratic party more than all the federal papers in the land. He desecrates his own political household. He directs the poisoned mind to that object, if as pure as the saints, upon whom it would soonest spit its venom. It charges corruption upon every one, and yet upon no one. We have enough to do with our opponents; and an evil bird of prey indeed must be that one which screams hideously, because he can find no spot of putrefaction upon his own party to gorge his vulture appetite.

We have one growing fault in the democratic party, which is well pointed out by the hero in Bulwer's play of Money. It is men who preach "the greatest happiness to the greatest number," but with them the greatest number is number one.

Men who make such charges should have their motives well scanned, and it may be found out that they are in reality not mad, but only disappointed.

The writer of this letter is no man's man, but can produce the strongest recorded evidence of his unfaltering devotion, in times of trial and danger, to the interests of Mr. Wright's friends, and his own.

ONE OF THE MASSES.