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Proscription, Aristocracy, Bank Influence and Corruption.

One would suppose, from the frequent occurrence of these words in the Patriot, that the people of this State were suffering all the horrors of persecution; that they were enslaved by a few men, federalists of course, or Adams men, (which is the same thing, according to that pure and uncorrupted vehicle, sent forth by the printer for the people, as he calls himself, nobody else calls him so, except the Yankee traveller, who lives up some where near Kearsarge, and spends his time in converting racoons and bogtrotters into Jackson men, and swearing horrid oaths against Adams, Clay and Hill; for he damns Hill up to the hub, and writes for him too,) and that all the money was employed to corrupt and vitiate the public morals. One would also suppose, that the Patriot man never proscribed any one—that he was meek and "gentle as any sucking dove"—that he had no aristocratic feelings—that he never aspired to any control over men, women, or even "children in the cradle"—that he never had any thing to do with a Bank more than that old Crusty of Roanoke himself—and that "he would sooner see the earth open and swallow up" itself, than deceive, mislead, tell a lie, or make a bargain in politics. That he was a dear lover of the people, and especially poor people; and that he would never do any thing to oppress them;—and above all, that he would never twit or "slant" a man because he was poor and unable to buy mahogany furniture. But not so; it is all profession, mere sound, wind and fury— Isaac Hill is himself a living exhibition of all the terrors of the whole caption. For instance, he "slants" Dr. Cady in a late Patriot, because he sits at a "pine table," because he is poor and unable to buy a better one; while he the poor man's friend occupies a three story brick edifice, and can afford to sit by a great table of curled maple, or cherry, or mahogany. How cruel. How passing strange, that he should taunt a man on account of his pine table. But so it is. Isaac is proud, and he wags his head at Dr. Cady. Not long since he had much to say about "gentlemen in gloves and ruffles." Yet I am told he wears gloves and ruffles himself, and would be ashamed of a check shirt as much as any "federal sprout." Instead of proscribing men one at a time, he deals in proscription by the quantity, and whole bodies of men are by one fell sweep assigned to their "proper places." For instance, in his last Patriot he predicts that the time is soon to come, as soon as Jackson is President, when he, Isaac, the gentle Isaac, can remove all the Postmasters in the State, that he don't like, that will not bow down and worship the Hero that he has set up. And he calls upon his troops to smash every man that has even touched that wicked thing called a coffin Handbill, that they may receive the reward due their works, that they may be proscribed and hung, for that is the Jackson way of doing business. Postmasters look out. Be tender of the Patriot. And oh, ye old women that read and wept over the coffin Handbills, and Isaac says there were many such, oh weep aloud, for ye are all to be "marked." Yet this man, who can proscribe by the lump, and is even now round with his marking iron, so as to be ready by the 4th of March, complains of proscription! He who wants all the offices in the State for himself and a few friends, talks about aristocracy! He who wields one Bank, and $50,000 to effect his purposes, and to carry on electioneering projects, complains of Bank influence! Truly, Isaac would have the whole. He who discounts notes for small traders, on condition that they will support Jackson and himself preaches about corruption!! He who brings over folks to his party at baby christenings, and promises office, from Governor down, as bribes for their treachery, talks about bargain and intrigue! But Marat could talk about the dear people, the dear poor people, and aristocracy and corruption. &c. as well as the Patriot man, and was no doubt as sincere. There is at this moment no man in New Hampshire who dares think for himself, and act according to the convictions of his conscience, who is not proscribed by this demagogue, and marked for the day of destruction. Every man who does not think according to the Patriot, is an aristocrat: every man who does, is a democrat, and Hill the prince of democrats. This man who rules with a marking iron, who commands every one to obey him, who is more tyrannical even than any Turkish Bashaw, who is indeed the very slave jumper of New Hampshire, but who jumps white slaves instead of black ones, is indeed the prince of democrats. Oh Tempora. O Mores!

SHADRACK.