Republican Herald

DANIEL WEBSTER IN NEW YORK.

The New York whigs gave Mr. Webster a glorification the other day, on his way from Washington to Boston. He was received, escorted, fawned upon, flattered, feasted, and humbugged, according to the standing whig regulations "in such cases made and provided." Our readers need not be told that the burden of the colloquy between the "godlike" and his pretended admirers, was the constitution!—the constitution!!—the constitution!!! This venerated instrument, the palladium of American freedom and American rights, has been long made the hobby of Mr. Webster and his toad-eaters'; or rather, we should say, the name has been adopted as a charm, without even the shadow of the substance, by men who care nothing more about the constitution itself, than a Christian does for the Koran, farther than they can use it as the means to put money into their pockets, or power into their hands.

This accounts for the pomp and parade attendant on the recent entree of Mr. Webster into New-York City, and the adulation offered to him while he remained there; as well as his shouting about the constitution and the currency. The New-York speculators have gotten themselves into a hobble in consequence of their reckless and headlong business transactions, and payday finds them minus even of "rag money." They wish to shield themselves from popular indignation for the derangement of the currency which they have brought about by their own base transactions, and it becomes very convenient for them to elicit a harangue from the expounder of the constitution, to shift the blame, if possible, from their own shoulders, to those of the administration.

A Mayor is also to be elected: and Mr. Webster comes very opportunely to hand, like a plank in a storm to a shipwrecked mariner, to offer some chance of escape. For these reasons it is, that he was received in New-York by the whigs of that city, as would have become a Roman conqueror returning from the field in days of yore; and his satellites hope, by these shallow means, to close the eyes of the people against the truth, and to heap popular odium on an administration, which has crowned the nation with innumerable blessings, which the horde of speculators have so grossly abused. The people however cannot be deceived by this cant, though a thousand Websters might suffer themselves to be made use of as tools to sanction and enforce it.

Daniel Webster is greeted with a public reception in New-York only on such occasions, when his services are wanted for selfish, sordid, and electioneering purposes. At other times, he is permitted to make his way in peace, "unknowing and unknown," unless he may feel an inclination to spend a night in the modern American Babylon, in a private way, and with only one to greet and entertain him.

The New-York Evening Post has an excellent article in reference to this subject, full of truth, and pith, and point, and highly seasoned with "Attic salt." We give the closing paragraph of the article, the fore part being merely of local application. In order to a full understanding of what we copy, it is necessary to say that Alderman Clark, the whig candidate for Mayor of New-York, was formerly a Lottery Dealer, by which business he has made himself immensely rich. Hence the expressions, "Great Luck" &c.

"Only the credulous imagine that the preparations made to receive Mr. Webster in this city were intended for the purpose of doing him honor. The object is so apparent that it requires little sagacity to perceive it. It is a "splendid scheme" to effect the election of Aaron Clark, and Mr. Webster is used as a tool for this worthy purpose. Sampson, in passing from Ashkelon to the camp of the Danites, is asked to turn in and grind a little at the mill of the Philistines. The wheel of fortune is put into his big hands, and he is expected to turn out a prize for Aaron Clark, "fortune's favorite." He snuffs the incense presented him by David B. Ogden, high priest for the occasion, and supposes that the whole is intended as a sincere homage to Daniel Webster, while the cunning rogues who got up the show know well that the object is merely "great luck" for Aaron Clark. He answers the worshippers with a portion of fluent slang about the currency, unconscious that all the while he is electioneering for Aaron Clark. At any other time than just before an election, Mr. Webster comes and goes, and no note is taken of the event. But when it is thought something may be made out of him, in the way of "helping," to use the phrase of Peter Pindar,

"a lame dog o'er a style,"

then it is that the enthusiasm of the whigs in his favor rises to rapture.

We shall see whether, even with the help of Mr. Webster, the nomination of the lottery dealer will go down with the people of New York."