Alexandria Advertiser And Commercial Intelligencer

CALLENDER AGAIN.

This Callender is constantly amusing himself with the fears of his quondam friends and associates. While we cannot help smiling at the curious situation of these gentry, we cannot but almost condemn the mischievousness of disposition which can shoot at such a rate with their alarms. In the last Recorder Callender tells us he has 'a chaos of Republican correspondence and other political curiosities,' and that 'the bottom of the chest would indeed present an interesting exhibition to the Federalists.' I wonder now what he can have there so interesting. Do you think you could tell Mr. President Jefferson? or you Mr. Secretary Madison? As to Mr. Senator General Stevens Thompson Mason, I dare swear he could not guess for his life, what it can be—not the whole of it, Bless me! Farmer Giles, too? Pshaw! I should hope Callender could never have been at any moment so entirely off his guard as to receive Giles to his intimacy and confidence for a single day, and therefore I don't believe Giles knows much more of the contents than what he furnished himself—But after all, take the above group together, I should not be afraid if I given to betting, to bet a second hand quid of tobacco against all the integrity of Farmer Giles, though I know the bet would be an unequal one, that, take these gentlemen all together, and throw in Tench Coxe and Dallas, (Gallatin's out of the question, because he never could write English:) I say I'd bet large odds, that, take the above six gentlemen together, they can tell to a letter all Callender has got in his box. We shall see one of these days, o let the reader remember this.

N. Y. Ev. Post.