Gazette Of The United States, & Philadelphia Daily Advertiser

COMMUNICATION.

Some vessel, idly enough employed, wafted over to Boston, a turbulent Paddy, who was permitted by good will of the captain, and after earnest solicitation to come to a land, (unhappy in being chosen for an asylum by too many scoundrels) as a steerage passenger. This bog-bred Cub had no sooner set foot in America, than he gave out that he fled from governmental persecution and was obliged to conceal himself for many weeks previous to his departure—Though it is a well known fact that he came down on board the vessel daily, for many days previous to her sailing. Having thus excited a little attention by dubbing himself a persecuted patriot, he soon became emboldened to the greatest height of impudence and as it is the prerogative of his nature, to feel no lack of assurance, he soon, by the help of a number of turbulent and factious demagogues, set up an Irish daily paper, which, during the short time it lasted, was sedulously employed in impudently calumniating that government, under the protection of whose lenient hand the penniless Pad had met a refuge from starvation : This, naturally, soon died; and our booby became an understrapper to a factious Theatre established by a vile crew of Jacobins. Here he produced an Irish tragedy— ("This day asteen I'll meet thee here again") but the few silly gudgeon, who gaped and stared at the wild phantoms of his lunatic brain, arousing at length their bemisted senses kicked the tragedy, together with Mr. Paddy, into contempt. Thus he failed here—in spite of all his studies at Trinity College, from which, however, by his own rapid confession, it appears he had been expelled with contumely and disgrace. A short time since, he informed the public, in the truth-loving Chronicle, that he was involved in debt, and deigned to tax their purses with another Irish tragedy, whereby he means to pay his debts and transport his filthy carcass back again to that land, from which he was driven by governmental persecution / He is valorously going to dive into the Lion's mouth, and his new Irish tragedy, by the sublime literary feat it is to afford his gaping creditors, is to compensate all their demands.

This insolent intruder could not quit the soil to which he has already too long been a pollution ; without a new specimen of Jacobin Irish Impudence. He hands to the Lying Chronicle a mess of botheration and nonsense, which even their stupid intellects perceived to be unworthy of publication But new light being thrown upon the subject, probably by the addition of a little Cash to the communication, by some friend of the needy citizen, the illiterate and heterogeneous hodge-podge is finally thrust upon the public. Independent of the character upon whom these dirty off-scourings of the kennels of Jacobinism are heaped, being a distinguished public servant, the intrinsic insolence of tone, and boldness of public insult, must arouse the true American blood in the veins of every man who has not too great a contempt for the worthless bully to notice him. These rascals will by and by turn us out of our own houses, and take possession of our goods and chattels, in the name of liberty and equality. Indeed it is high time to repel their unbridled insolence, and hurl back in their teeth their own vile calumnies The lying Chronicleers who pronounced the Irish nonsense in the first instance to be unworthy even their own prostituted and dirty pages, have since informed their readers, that it ought to be read to the children, and deposited among the valuable papers of every citizen. The whole piece discovers a brutal ignorance, and a total unacquaintance with chronology-" Cicero and Demosthenes" with other instances of the same kind, abound in the stupid medley of scurrility and impudence. Cato's banishment is spoken of in another place; but it is stooping too low to criticise on so paltry and contemptible a production, Regard for the laws is the sole consideration which could save the puppy from a kicked breech or a wholesome flagellation of the horsewhip.

" Learn, mangy cur, who 'tis you snarl at,
" You purging, function-lacking varlet;
" Though fools are licensed slanderers
" This may not save your forfeit ears.

" Dear spirit of our happy clime,
" With Star deck'd tiara and port sublime,
" Canst thou believe, oh ! Goddess blest,
" Such Stygian fiends thy realm infest?

" Yes; such against thy ray serene
" Do darkling howl with wolfish spleen,
" And wish to see the crucified,
" Thy seamless garments to divide."

"Can he who'gainst his country raised
" His impious arm, by us be praised?
" No: rather, each Columbian breast
" The vagrant caitiff will detest,

" Can he who made the law his foe
" At home with us be faithful? No :
" The dog that bit his master there
" Walks in a longer tether here."