The Virginian

Bulletin. No. 9.—From the Memphis.

"The sentry walks his lonely round;
A mist and obscurity stray.
Where clouded wrath the thunder-shroud,
Who's there, pray stranger, quickly tell?
A Friend—Good night: das end."

The last Nashville Republican contained the following Bulletin of His Majesty King Andrew's health:

"We have seen a gentleman just from the Hermitage. All's well. The General is in the enjoyment of excellent health."

"All's well!" Was there ever any thing so disgustingly contemptible? If the man had been sick, it would have been highly proper that the public should have been informed as frequently as possible of the progress of his disease. Or, if it had been untruly stated that he was either sick or dead. (which it has not been, except by some of the Jackson prints, we suppose to give the color of a pretence for these apings of royalty) the untruth should have been plainly and flatly contradicted. But when nothing of this sort has happened, we cannot help thinking that the editors of the Republican, (who pride themselves on the title of "guard of the sick lion's den,") have overstepped the bounds of delicacy and prudence. They may be well assured that the odious practice of trumpeting forth in the newspapers the state of a man's health, after the manner of the King's physicians in England and France, would be "more honored in the breach than in the observance."