Constitutional Whig. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1824-1832, 1832-07-27
Cbs Constitutional gWhto.
POLITICAL.
MA from the Pennsylvania Why.
~ IENEKAL ANDREW JACKSON, PRE-
SIDENT OF THE u. STATES

SlDENT OF THE u. STATES
Sih,-f our Bank Veto Message, will doubtless
constitute the most memorable epoch i'm your civil
lie, rs furnishing evidence of your unbounded
"mplt'on; your thirst after second term of DOW.
er; and disclosing your fears, lest the odium crca.
'ed by the Tell swoop Of your Jacobinical hand,
should operate to impair your popularity and dc.
feat your election. In this message, YOU have re.
veaied all the deformi,y of your character, and
proclaimed the uncxsmpled selfishness of vour
motives You have confessed your fears to the
na'io"' that you dared not to Veto the Bank Bill
on pure constitutional grounds, lest you should
lose Tow votos by it. When YOU flung Yourself
on your knees to the honest populdce-you confess.
cd th's-and whom you charged your message with
the syeoPhoney Of the demdgogae, you flung your
self on your knees before tho veriest iacobnicul
rabbe, that ever infested our free country from
tho dregs of Robert O,cen's community Of goods
and Francis Wrighrs School of Naskoba moral.
fy.-Poor, weak old man! You have sunk from
the height of your ina gincd glory, into the very
miro OF application for VOTES. VOTES VOTES
You--who were TO be 1xemplar to tho world
'that the Presidency was neither to he sought for
nor declined'-that ONE TERM was sufficient TO re-
ward the Patriot-and that TWO could not fail to
plunge the country in the depth of corruption, and
ovorwhem it with irretrievable ruin! You who
declared with SO much patriotic pathos against the
Pcrn'cions custom OF using the patronage of office
to secure a reelection :! You, aye, sir, even
you, are found in the act of genucx ion sunk deep
IN the miro of debasement, duplicating tho votes
OF those who have minds, no knowledge, no
vi;tuo, no property no principles. Cast out from
all who are morally, or intellectually qualified as
Jreemen, you cling in despair to the ulcerous skirts
oil Penltentiary devotees, and victims of pauper
Ism; as If the tyrant in pywcr could only be snatc
CD from the congonial hand and sympat hetc feel
ingS OF that other extreme tyranny-jacobns reck-
loss OF law, unrcstraincd by principles, and eager
Tor plumber. TINS in Doctor Sutherland, might
he pardonablc, but in n President of the United
States--;t overwlems him with the mixed emo
lions OF abhorrencc, pity, and contempt
In TINS country, sir, we have class of citizens,
whom IGNORANCE has doomed to be the victims Of
'mPostors You seem well acquainted with the
material, and practised in the arts TO caioe whec
die and deceive this unfortunate class of men
who are duPcs 10 your violation of duty, for had
you as a good President would have done, provi-
ded them with the means of education, YOU could
not have deceived their Understandings, nor tram.
pied on Their rights with impunity. Their icno.
rance rs misfortune, not crime; but your decep-
ton denotes cupability which finds aggravation
IN every circumstance of time. place and station.
True fame is the unadulteratcd product Of virtue
and talents 1t Is the applause of the wise and the
good, excited by actions of corresponding cha
racter, whose aim and end is the happiness ofman
KIND But you, sir, have catered for tho applause
OF the ignorant, the vicious, the profigate. The
fumes of intoxicaton watt your name with brief
and trausitory plaudits, from one rceiinc head to
anothor-and when the fit is over the silence of
me grave attess to the spurious glare of your IDEAL
glory. The judicious, the WISE and the good
weep over your intatuation, ysur guilt, and your
derium Yon may, sir, for season, enjoy the
wild huzzas of jacobin rabble; but it is passing
away, to be succeeded by history whose hand holds
the pencil of Truth, guided by the head of virtue
and Of genius. The blood If the murdered PoR
TER, whose hands were never ensanguined by taking
human life; and the pardon of the assassin VIII.
soN-have shewn you in your true coors-as
cold, cruel! and impacable tyrant-in whose heart
no Pdlsation of humanity beats, and whose head
can never think, but at the instgation of ven
geance, malignity, and desolation.
With due respect for the station you occupy,
am, your fellow citizen, S. s.