The Daily Union

president and secretary. I should not have referred to this merely benevolent but influential body, or rather society, only from the fact that a large number of your readers, and gentlemen from the South, have been made honorary members of it, and have, I believe, without a dissenting voice, approved, not only of the plan, but of all the proceedings of the senate—not excepting even the frequent, and sometimes severe, fines and penalties imposed upon delinquent members.

Joseph Emerie—the person who, you will recollect, shot E. Grousset, with attempt to kill, last spring, in Broadway, in open day—was yesterday acquitted, in the court of sessions, on the ground, I believe, of self-defence.

The Green Mountain boys of Vermont have done nobly. In the 112 towns heard from, Slade, the great whig abolition champion and candidate for governor, is but 900 ahead of Kellogg, the democratic candidate. The whig majority last fall in the same towns was over 3,000! There will be no choice for governor. The whigs of this city have nominated their ticket for the fall election—Morris Franklin for register, and pretty much the old set for assembly. It is just good enough to be beaten, and that is all. The subscription to the great Erie railroad goes ahead swimmingly, as I intimated in a previous letter it would, under the new regime. $1,700,000 are already subscribed. That will do for the first six days.

We are great here in the way of belles; but one of the very tallest kind arrived a few days since from Troy, New York. These things are ever creating great excitement; but the fascinations of this one—its clattering tongue, and silvery sounds—are intended exclusively to rouse to action and incite to gallant deeds our noble firemen. Tis a bell for their use, cast by A. Meneely, of West Troy, measures 20 feet in circumference, and weighs 8,125 pounds—by far the largest in the United States. The clapper weighs 600 pounds. A tower 80 feet in height has been erected in the Sixth avenue expressly for the monster; and it is believed it can be heard all over the island of New York, at Staten Island, a good part of Long Island, and a large portion of the Jerseys. Our firemen have dubbed it the "Oregon." That is the name now for all great things—such as big bells, big steamers, large engines, great cattle, and enormous pumpkins. They are all called the "Oregon;" and it is a strong evidence of how decidedly the public mind is fixed upon that territory, and is proof, too, of the popularity of the question with the people.

The "Oregon" steamer, just launched here, is truly a monster—splendid and perfect in every part, and the longest boat in the world: measuring 330 feet—ten feet longer than the very celebrated Great Britain.

Speaking of great things: Forrest, our own great tragedian, was, by the last accounts, enjoying himself among the highlands of Scotland, with Scott in one pocket and Burns in the other, and a gun on his shoulder. Come hither, truant: we want thee to revive in us that spirit of poetry, which is languishing and soon must die, surrounded as we are with the cast-off refuse of the Old World.

Stocks still continue to advance.

By the way, a new democratic paper, called the Globe, to be edited by Levi D. Slamm, esq., makes its appearance here on Monday, the 15th instant. It will prove an efficient aid in our democratic struggles.

LEDYARD.