his head a cap of liberty, (but by mistake, its colour was white) and round his neck, a handkerchief, very much resembling the belt of a Cordelier friar, one corner of which hung almost down to his shoes. They walked, like two philosophers, with their eyes nailed to the ground, and their hands behind them. So anxious were they to observe this lastmentioned singularity, that they had ordered their attendants to tie their hands in this awkward position, and they were absolutely tied with cords.

In this posture, and in this costume, they both mounted into a charette, a vehicle very much resembling a cart, which being placed at the head, the procession moved on, with slow pace, and solemn music, towards the altar of equality, which had been erected for the purpose, at the distance of about a quarter of a mile from the town. It was of very simple construction, consisting of two perpendicular posts, placed at about eight feet from each other, exactly of equal height, and having a bar going from the top of one to the top of the other, as thus:

Arrived

Arrived here, the cart moved under the bar, and the two adepts began to prepare for the exhibition of the great and inevitable consummation of democracy. After much very edifying advice to the audience, the master of the ceremonies tied the long corner of each of their cravats round the bar; the cart moved on, and left them in a situation, to which they had all their lives been aspiring, and at which, it is devoutly to be wished, every one of their brethren will arrive.

I have to-day seen a sight, almost as delightful to my eyes, as would be that of my parents, and that is, THE FRENCH FLAG HANGING REVERSED UNDER THAT OF AMERICA!-Thus, it is now exhibited in the Delaware, opposite the houses of those merchants, and amidst those sailors, who have been so long the sport of the rapacity and savageness of the cut-throat carmagnoles.-My God! how must the insolent despots of Paris be stung when they hear of this!

From the New York Gazette.-Gentlemen, I was in the belief, that the scurrilous abuse of the calumniators of Great Britain, would have been confined in the channel of the Commercial Advertiser, but, I acknowledge myself disappointed, when I see productions of the same nature get admittance into your paper; I here allude to a piece of Monday, under the signature of "a real American.'

From its stupidity, it should have passed unnoticed; but, the malignant spirit with which it breathes, requires some animadversions.

This author" presumes that my intention in rebuking WEBSTER, was, least his reflections might

impede the conclusion of a treaty with Great Britain, offensive and defensive."

This would imply, that such a treaty had been either in agitation, or contemplation; but if such a thing has been, or is to be, it lies not within the reach of my knowledge :-your correspondent seems to dread an event of this kind. However, I will ease his mind by a conjecture of my own; that is, as Great Britain has, for three hundred years past, been so bit, and yet so sore with offensive and defensive connections, it is not likely she will venture into an alliance with any power whatever.

I hope, however, that she will see it her interest (with our own exertions) to protect us against the common enemy of mankind,-the ambitious, bloody and implacable French.

This real American, as he calls himself, blames me for saying, that the assertion in the Commercial Advertiser, is a direct perversion of the truth. Gracious God! is it not? He does not even himself pretend to deny, that the manner and cause of the death of Mr. Caldwell, call it murder, or what you will, was accomplished by a shot from the musket of a Centinel in the American army-every body knows it, and Webster is the only person I ever heard fix it on the British.

Your correspondent brings forward Gordon as his oracle, to prove that Mrs. Caldwell was killed by the English-a good and faithful historian refers you to his authorities, but this fellow gives you no more than his own ipse dixit; and I would as soon appeal to his record for either sense or truth, as consult the vapid page of Doctor Webster, for a recipe to cure the yellow fever. The truth is, Mrs. Caldwell was killed by a random shot, and understood to have come from the American side-the ball went through the house, and not from a soldier within, as asserted by Gordon. This is not

only

only general oral communication, but information I received from a gentleman of known honour and veracity, who was on the spot at the time; indeed the lady's connections, I am told, confirm the

same account.

The real American asks from what authority I took the extracts. I then have to tell him, they were taken verbatim & literatim, from New-York papers of the dates which are affixed to them. But were I to admit (which I never shall do) that the British really had committed the cruelties laid to their charge; such things we know are often inseparable from a state of civil warfare, and what the best regulated and disciplined armies cannot always avoid. But let me ask a few questions.

Should the dire and malignant spirit of resentment never sleep? Can rancour, and reviling, recal the flight of time, or reanimate the dead? Can forcing recollection, and remembrance upon the mind, ease the painful feelings of surviving friends and relations? What then can Mr. Webster, and your correspondent mean, by conjuring up evils that never did exist; or, if they did exist, were now forgotten? Is it to palliate the horrid cruelties of the French? Is is to inspire revenge against a set of men with whom we are, and indeed ought to be, in friendship? If these are their motives, they are only such as should be cherished and avowed by Democrats and Devils.

CANDIDUS.

Who can read this without execrating the wretch WEBSTER? Thank God, he has got his match, at any rate. We are no longer to be slandered by such rancorous villains, without resenting the abominable outrage.-The voice of America cries shame on the miscreants.

Noah

Noah Webster.-I ought to beg pardon of my readers, for so often taking up their time with this contemptible creature; but the last instance of his meanness and malice, forms too appropriate a sequel to his former conduct, not to be noticed in this gazette, which, whatever may be its merits in other respects, is certainly entitled to public thanks, for having pulled the mask from the phiz of this political hypocrite.

The slander, as spiteful as unprovoked, which he has, for a long time past, been in the habit of pouring out on the British nation, at last disgusted his readers to such a degree, that great numbers of them withdrew their subscriptions. This circumstance brought from him the following letter, addressed to- -whom, think you? Why, to his partner!!-There was but another small step wanting, to render the farce complete,-he should have addressed it to himself. Here it is.

"Mr. Hopkins, I understand that a paragraph or two in the Commercial Advertiser, have occasioned some resentment among English gentlemen and their particular friends, and that a few of them have discontinued their papers, and others threatened to do the same. As all such menaces are considered as unwarrantable attempts to influence and control an independent American press, you will not only discontinue the papers requested, but those of subscribers who threaten to withdraw their names, and never to permit them to renew their subscriptions.

"I have never written, uttered, or published a disrespectful word, concerning the British nation; and, I understand, that the communication which has occasioned such a resentment, was inserted by you, on a cursory reading, without adverting to its calumny. I regret this, because its contents

are