Litchfield enquirer. [volume] (Litchfield, Conn.) 1829-current, 1838-05-10

nationally wish to kill off Mic Biddle. fail
Pearl street, Wall street and Front street
should burn down, or be about to break, and
he should come here and lend us money to
build up again, or save us from breaking,
nevertheless we want to club and 10 kill
the monster, for il is not New York mon
ster,-it was not rocked in our big CRADLE
but Philadelphia nursed it. Thus, two or
three of our great Financiers in Wall street,
the President of the Bank of America fore
most Of all, set up the cry in 1882 and 1888,
ot-"kitt the monster,"-and in 1884, Of" re-
move the deposites, in order to kill the mon
ster, and though we have dubbed this
monster with the Old Hickory club of our
great Hercules and uetoed it, and sworn it was
dead, and buried it thousand times, vet,
somehow or other, every now and then there
comes up the ghost, the raw head and bloody
bones of this undying monster.
If proof would have killed this monster,
even its ghost would have been dead years
ago. We New Workers, aided by the Kitch-
en- Range of the Cabinet in Washington,
proved in 1882, that the issue of its checks
from its branches were good for nothing
and Col. Benton demonstrated it to be-. We
then proved that its currency was good for
nothingy and that so far from being a curren-
cy, it had failed to regulate the domestic ex-
changes-and we proved, to every bodv's
satisfaction, that few Banks of ours in Wall
street, could distribute the public money, and
regulate the exchanges u great deal better
than the monster. We proved too, by ci-
phering out great long sums on paper, that its
credit was good for nothing, that it must
break,-and that its bills were not half so
good as brown paper. In 1884, we removed
the public deposites from it, because it was
NOT safe to trlSf Cnph n inSfifplfinV with
the public money, and again, we proved, and
we demonstrated, and we swore, that the
bank must break,-that Biddle was mon
ster,-that the country was ruined by it, &C.
&C. Now, if proofs will kill any thing, why
don't the bank die! What does Biddle live
forever for? Won't he oblige mankind by
consenting to die!
No, no, the Monster will not die. Some
how or other, the more we New Workers club
him, the more he ,oo,'t die. Pennsylvania has
taken him to nurse, since we have killed
him, and Pennsylvania has trusty dogs, every
body knows. Somehow or other, too, though
the monster has got foothold in England
since we killed him off here, and he is wor-
rying John Bulls men of money nearly as
much as he worried Uncle Sans. The
more we beat him, the more the world even
seem to take fancy to him. The Bank of
England, the Barings even, his old cronies,
have taken to licking him,-a new hive of
bumblebees in Wall street is buzZing about
him to sting him to death,-all the gold and
silver in creation are coming here to ruin
him,-and the Senate of the United States
have just put him in the PRNIrENT1ARY,-but
he won't die and there is no doing any thing
with him. Aye, the rascal grows stouter,
| the more ticks he gets. His brown paper
good-for-nothing checks wiU sell for 10 to 20
per cent premium in some of the South
Western and Western States. Threadneedle
street, in London, has become quite as much
in danger from the monster as New York;
his stock aoiU be higher in London than any
other bank stock, and worth 10 per cent pre-
MUM in Philadelphia and he won't die and
nobody can ruin him.
All this is very melancholy, isn't it? But
what shall be done? Ohio, patriotic Ohio,
and Maine, more patriotic Maine, legislated
its Branches out of the State, wheh Loco Fo-
coism reigned there. But the monster de-
YOURS great State Banks in his stupendous
NAV! He has eaten up one in Augusta,
| (Geo.) and another in New Orleans, and he
is not only suspected of having pretty big
monster in Wall street-but rumor says he is
going to create 100000 young monster
| here under the General Banking Law Buff
IuLOs tOOS uC may plLCA uPOuS uHu OuS0S pei.
haps, to litter his monsters in! Now is not
all this absolutely horrible! Don't it make
mems blood boil! The time was when men
would die when they were killed,-but there
is no die in this Biddle. Heknows too much
He can read and write, as Jack Cade said
He is too sharp for other men. He won't
break. He won't be ruined. He won't die.
These are crimes, and we arraign him before
| the bar of the Public for them
N. Y. Erpress.
A Sleew Couple-A lady claimed as her
husband gentleman who very uEgallantly
resisted the claim. The case came into
court, when the lady proved, by the evidence
of priest, and the proper number of witness
ses, that the marriage ceremony had been
read over to the parties, and the defendants
tacit assent obtained to the signature, by the
priest, of his name to the marriage contract.
The validity of the marriage was Of course
declared, and the luckless defendant was re-
firing in despair, when the priest, who had
no objection to another professional job, poin-
ted out to the reluctant Benedict an easy
means of relief. ave can bury her, says
his reverence, "just in the same way that we
married you-viz asleep" So said, so done.
The burial service was read over the bride
in her first sound sIumber; the constructive
widower duly put on mourning, and proceed
ed to pay his addresses in a quarter more
agreeable TO him. His deceased wife, as in
law she was to be called, proceeded to vim
dictate her vitality by legal process but it
would not do; the former precedent prevail
ed--thc burial service was held as conclu-
sive of death as the marriage service had
been of marriage the constructive Wild
over married the lady of his CHOICE so the
matter ended.