Litchfield enquirer., 1840-08-20

The Whig LGdies.-The following inter- esting passage is an extract from the reply of MT. Halstead, one of the representatives from New-Jersey, to the ladies of that State on the presentation of a Whig banner on the 2Sd ult:
 At the recent Whig Convention held at Worcester in the State of Massachusetts, the lady of Honest John Davis, the present worthy and able Senator from that State, sent word to the committee of arrangements that she had nine beds, in which she could accommodate nine Whig delegates, or, if they were good natured men, eighteen; and she invited forty or fifty of the delegates to dine with her. Having made all prepara- tlons for her invited guests, she repaired to the Convention to hear the Whig orators.- After the speaking was over, she hurried home for the purpose of receiving her ex- pected company but she had scarcely reached her house before the sound of mar tial music saluted her ear. She approach ed the window, and there saw, drawn up Lefore her door, a band of 15O to POO men, who sent deputation to her to say they would do themselves the honor of taking dinner with her. At this unexpected an- nunciation her woman's heart at first sunk within her, but immediately the good old
 Whig spirit, which is always equal to any emergency, (particularly when it has dash of Bunker Hill blood in it,) rallied, and by its recuperative energy, at once re- stored her to her wonted composure. And what do you think she said! "Gentlemen, ,' said she, "the string of my door is never pulled in. You are welcome to partake with me my log cabin fare. Walk in, gen. .tlemen." They did walk in, and she at once set about enlarging her tables and re- this accession of unexpected guests and with that admirable management which is characteristic of Yankee as we'll as Jersey matrons, she was soon able to accommo- date the whole of her guests, expected and unexpected, for they all ate and were filed how many baskets of fragments there were left, did not learn; but, suppose, at least enough to supply all the poor in the neigh borhood for a week to come. In her letter to her husband, this Bay-State Whig mat ron says: "that the wine and water, beer and hard cider flowed in streams, and the way that honest John Davis's wife's cake disappeared was caution" When Hon. est John received this letter, describing in those true and graphic colors which wo- mans pen alone can give to such scene, uC WdS SlItIIS HI Lllc OcIitluc CliilHOCTS dnu as he reads it, "the big roahd tears coursed one another doom has manly cheek;" and as he wiped them away, he said to himself, "what a fool am to be so affected" After he pe- rused the letter, he handed it to MT. Web- ster, saying, "There, Webster, you say you take pleasure in reading my wife's letters, read that" Webster took the letter, and, as he read, Honest John watched the work ings of his noble features, and he soon saw the tear glistening in his large black eye, and then rolling down the bronzed cheek of this intellectual giant, and Honest John said to himself, "Well, Pm not so great fool neither" When Webster had finished reading, he drew long breath, grasped the hand of Honest John, and said "Sir, it is the finest letter ever read in my life."- Now, my fair hearers, have you any idea of tho worth of such fair Whig as that! l tell you such Whig is worth kingdom; and the tears which she drew forth from the eyes of such men as John Davis and Daniel Webster, were more precious than diaden."