The Daily Cincinnati Republican, And Commercial Register

Not amongst the less queer of the multifarious queer things that now afflict this sublunary Globe of ours, is the Wig celebration of yesterday. In the name of all that is singular, for what was this celebration got up!—personally, to the Wig leaders, we turned over the leaves of an ancient almanac, in which "celebrated events" are calendared, but it was all to no purpose. We beat our brains tho' all day yesterday; we applied, much in the dark about this celebration, as was Paul Pry about the masonic secret when his eye was knocked out.

It is true that the Wig papers, the Gazette and Intelligencer, speak of it as a something intended to commemorate the Virginia elections. They certainly cannot mean the last Virginia elections, for they have gone "dead ahead" in favor of the administration. But we must not spend our time in useless conjecture. There was an excellent dinner, (Gates & Whitmore always make excellent dinners,) served up to some three or four hundred Wigs, yesterday, in the Canal market, which was devoured with a gusto that would have caused the stomach of a dyspeptic to yearn. There was also the firing of cannon and all other "quality, pride, pomp, and circumstance of glorious war." The Wigs masticated and liquorized, fired off their cannon and huzzaed for themselves, with a vigor that would have done any man's heart good. Between ourselves and our readers, these Wigs understand a thing or two about good things; and it is really astonishing, in these times of distress, and pressure, embarrassment and famine, to see how luxuriously they can manage to cover a table, where the public can "partake freely, without money and without price." They are benevolent folks that's the truth on't.

In the morning of yesterday we took up the Gazette, and the first article that met our eye was a "drumming up" notice, to every body, to go to the Wig dinner. "Go and eat your dinners, for Heaven's sake." Such was the substance, if not the language, of the drumming up article. But the second sentence, and we quote it literally, is the best thing we have met in a month.

"An effort of this kind is necessary at this time (to wit, eating a dinner) to maintain the firmness and strengthen the resolution of those great and worthy Senators, who, in the present dark and trying times, have nobly stood by liberty and their country."

The Wigs are not only patriots and politicians, but they are most learned and ingenious physiologists. Who would have thought that eating and drinking could be done by proxy! "A public Jubilee will be held in the Court Street Market House," says the Gazette, "where all are invited to partake freely without money and without price." And all this eating and drinking is for the benefit of the stomachs of "those great and worthy Senators." Verily—the office of a "great and worthy Senator" will soon become a sinecure, if his eating and drinking is to be done, ready to his hand, by people six hundred miles from him. The doctor, who has lately published his series of experiments upon the stomach of his Canadian patient, was certainly not aware of the unaccountable sympathy, the wondrously intimate relation, between the digestion of a "great and worthy Senator," and the masticators of his worshippers.

But, whether this feasting of Senators by proxy was the sole and legitimate purpose of the Cincinnati Wigs, on Saturday, or whether it was that their cause, in New York and Virginia, had not suffered so deplorably as they anticipated; these are questions of grave import, that must be left to the solution of the Wigs themselves. Not long ago we said that Virginia was going "dead ahead for the administration. The Wigs and Nullifiers laughed at the prediction, and we let them laugh, for nothing we hate worse than to spoil fun; but they and all of us will find that the prophecy will be fully borne out in its accomplishment.

We assert—and, we care not with what virulence the Wig papers throw the lie in our teeth,—we assert, that the opponents of Andrew Jackson have gained no victory in Virginia. Neither Wigism nor Nullification are in the ascendant in the "Old Dominion; and the Wigs and Nullifiers of Cincinnati have only been eating and drinking to their own discomfiture. We have waited long and patiently for a correct return of the Virginia elections, and we have now the pleasure to present it to our readers. The following is the exhibit, and it will be found to be a perfectly true one, of the political complexion of the recently elected Legislature of Virginia.

It is well known that, in Virginia, the Bank question is, in a great measure, abstracted from the Presidential question. The state of parties in the Legislature, on this subject, is in this proportion:

There is one Senator and four members of the House doubtful. Let us have a fair division of them, and the administration has a majority in the Virginia Legislature, in joint ballot, of SEVEN. And it is over a victory like this, that the Wigs of Cincinnati are eating and drinking and firing cannon. They are good natured souls. The more they are beaten, the more they rejoice.

The elections in Virginia have terminated decidedly in favor of the National Administration, and in opposition to the Bank of the United States. There is no longer any doubt of Mr. Rives being re-elected to the U. S. Senate. His majority will, at least, be SEVEN.

Administration.	Anti-Administration.
Senate 19	12
House 65	65
	—
	84

Bank men.	Anti Bank.
Senate 10	21
House 49	84
59	105

THE DINNER.

Our Devil, who stole off to the Wig dinner, yesterday, along with some other of his young compatriots, has very politely furnished us with the following toasts which, he says, were drunk with much applause, by the Wigs.

1. Whig Verplanck of New York.—We are feasting in honor of the success of his defeat.

Tune—Nid, Nid, Nodding.

2. Glory and Honor to Webb, Burrows, and their Compatriots, who having valorously seized upon a defenceless woman and abstracted the keys of the Armory, equipped themselves as soldiers—even as in the days of Washington—and they prudently retreated before the vulgar Democrats of the 6th Ward. "Discretion is the better part of valor."

Song—"The King of France with 20,000 men. Marched up the hill, and then—marched down again!"

3. The elections in Virginia—If we had votes enough we would have beat them as easy!

Tune—Now, none of your Blarney.

The U. S. Bank.—Its worth has been shown to us. We have used its money and the interest was paid by the workies. Our subsistence has been injured by the Democrats.—Tune, Money in both pockets.

The three great essentials.—One Patriotism, money, eating and drinking.

Rhode Island.—Our Victory there. The rejection of the Bank resolutions was no great achievement. It is sufficient for us to know that the Democrats did that.

Tune, Huzza we are merry.

All of our victories.—Victories that every body cannot understand. They are Wig victories—vulgar democrats can never appreciate them.

Decency.—The Dutch and Irish in the language of the sweet scented Leigh, the sons of foreigners may vote but their fathers should not.

The celebration by the Wigs, yesterday, of their defeat in Virginia, reminds us of a story we once heard of a fellow in Vincennes. He was passionately fond of the game of euchre, and always played for high stakes, but, uniformly, with most distressing bad luck. Early one morning he was met by an acquaintance, just as he was leaving the gambling house. Our gamester was in excellent spirits—"Bill," said he, "I have had a little of the finest luck you ever saw. I played all night, and, damn me, I didn't lose more than twenty dollars."