Litchfield enquirer., 1833-07-18

At Lowell, the President seemed much interested with what he saw and heard, and made many inquiries respecting the num- Der of people employed, their average wa ges, the amount of cotton worked up daily, of cloth turned out, &c. showing by his rec marks that ahe subject of domestic manu- factures had previously engaged his atten- tive observation. In order to slow more distinctly the effect produced by the intro duction of the Power Loom and extension of the Cotton business fer the last twenty years, a gentleman exhibited to him piece of British cotton Shirting. bought at Mar shal's sale of prize goods, in the autumn of 1913, at cighty.fUe cents per yard, cash.
 Boston money or specie) aud also piece of American manufacture, of superior fabs ric, which now sells for fourteen cents per yard, which is considerably less than one kGG what he then paid for the bare weaV- ing of tue same article by hand. The President examined the fabrics attentively and satisfied himself as to the comparative qualities of the two pieces. At his desire, (all the, works having been suspended in consequence of his visit) one of the Merri- mack Mills was put in operation. He vis- l ited the Mill and the print works and care- \ fully examined the machinery and the pro- cess of the manufacturing.
 Tho original Jack Downing complains thus ia the Courier,Rof tho men who steal his name:
 1' Now think ont, there is tho most ras- cally set of fellers skulking about some- where in this part of the country that ever heard of, and wish you would blow 'em up. They are worse than pick-pockets.-- mean them are fellers that's got to wri- ting letters and putting my name to 'em, and sending 'em to the printers. And I heard there was one sassy feller last Satur- day down to Newburyport that got on to a horse and rid about town calling himself Major Jack Downing. and all the soldiers and the folks marched up and shook hands with him, and thought it was me. Now, my dear old friend, isn't this too bad r. What would you do in my cases say again, they are worse lhan the pick-rock. cts. Isn't it Mir. Shakespeare that says something about he that steals my muny. pus steals trash, but he that steals my name ought to have his head broke 2 l wish you would find that story and print it."
 | It will be perceived by the Globe Er- tra, that Major Jack Downing was not in the Presidents suite on his arriving 0t the capital. The Philadelphia Commercial Regis&Dr- contains the following letter
 which. if authentic as we'll as genuine, may lead the public to the cause.
 "At noon on Tuesday, we were aboard the steamboat Providence, and had good Recommendations, but plagUy rough time. Howsomevar we got to New York just time enough. as the jockies say, to be too late for the Philadelphia boat, but she was still in sight when we hove round the bat- tery, so we signall'd her, and she lay by for us to come along side. We came on to this place in little or no time; part of tue way by water, and part by land; ifrail-roading can be called land-travelling,--of which I have many doubts. When we got here, thinks I, now we'll have some rest, for the Peoples line don't go till to-morrow norn- ing, any how. So gots hold of my car- per bag just as we cane near Chestnut street wharf, where the river was full ot Stean, Boats, and steps aboard the one nearest the shore. thinking tho President was close afier me. As soon as got clev- crly landed, I looks round for the Presi- dent and sees him on board of another Boat, with steamers flying. going down the river like a streak of lightning, sure enough.- Hilloa says I. what does all this mean So stout man steps up to me, and says he. Sir, that is the William Penn steamboat, belonging to tho Rail- Road Line for Ball. timore, and now bouad for the Rail- Road al New Castle. Thens says I, I'm smash d that's all, the President and me have parted company--it's trick of that little Dutchman, Van Buren,"
 BARON sTEUBEN. . S.PclJnrN. Frederick William, Augustus.