Morning Herald

The Wall Street Conspiracy, to put down the Herald goes on amazingly and swimmingly.—The Courier, the Star, the American, the Journal, have all had their tilt at the Herald, and have severally retired discomfited and disconcerted. The editor of the Star, to cover his retreat, sued me for $100, while he actually owes me a balance of $150 for services rendered. The Daily Express now occupies the field. For many weeks it tried to persuade the public not to read or advertise in our paper; but finding that would not do, it then sent out one of its employés, with a brandy bottle in a napkin, to attempt to strike me down in the street. The impotence and malignity of that attack was as laughable as it was melancholy. But more amusing still, the very loafer who disgraced himself on that occasion, has actually and veritably begun an action against me for damages sustained. Here is a copy of the writ:—

County of New York, ss.—The People of the State of New York, to the Sheriff of the City and County of New York, Greeting. We command you, [naming the officer,] that you take the body of James Gordon Bennett on mesne process, if he shall be found in your county, and him safely keep, so that you may have his body before the Judges of the Court of Common Pleas for the City and County of New York, at the City Hall, in the said City, on the Third Monday of February next, to answer to [naming the loafer of the Express] in a certain action of trespass on the case to the damage of the said Plaintiff of Five Thousand Dollars, as is said, and have you then there this Writ. Witness John T. Irving, Esquire, First Judge of the said Court, at the City Hall in the said City, the third Monday of January, one thousand eight hundred and thirty-eight.

Per Curiam.

T. Phoenix, Attorney for Plaintiff.

JOSEPH HOXIE, Clerk.

This is probably the most singular and mysterious conspiracy that ever was attempted to put down an enterprising individual. I am accused of every crime. People are advised not to patronise my paper. I am then assailed in the street with brandy bottles—and to cap the climax of absurdity, I am prosecuted, arrested, and held to bail for five thousand dollars.—For what? Because I will not stay demolished.—This is putting the boot on the wrong leg with a vengeance. If any one had a motive to prosecute for damages, I certainly was the man. But because I do not—because I attend to my own business and manage my affairs with moderation—they get more mad, insane, than ever, and prosecute me because I will not prosecute them. How odd! How very odd!

The Estafette, a French paper, has a very good article on the conspiracy of the Wall street press against the Herald.