The spirit of the age. [volume] (Woodstock, Vt.) 1840-1844, 1840-08-14
Fr0m The Mem York EreAiBg Post.

A new political danger has lately arisen which
we confess gives us some anxiety, although we are
little inclined to dependency. The enemies of the
democratic party threaten TO put ii down by sing
ing They have pointed at it the whole artillery Of
the gamut. We are all TO undergo solmizaton ;
we are to be DESTROYED by the sweet and cOnta-
gious BREATH" as Sir Andrew Aguecheek has it, of
our advcrsaries. Here is sample of the prcpara-
tons which the friends of Harrison are making for
our defeat. This which follows, is from the Eve
ming Star.
SEVENTEENTH WARD.-There will be a
rousing meeting this evening, at the Ilppecanoe
Club of the 9Th. Music, public speaking, good
singing, and hard cider Several eminent per-
sons are expected 10 speak,"
The next is from the American.
"FIrTH WARD TIPPECANoEs.-There will
be grea, gathering of the rippecanoes at the Log
Cabin, No. l65, Chapel street, Tonight. Good
speaking and spiritPd singing may be expected, as
several distinguished members of the party, from
New Jersey aud elsewhere, will be present"
So it seems that the two divisions of the wing
party are united in the determination to destroy the
democrats with music, as we extcrninate yerilIln
with ralSbanc The readers of the American, and
the readers of the Star, the drawing room and the
tap room, are united on this point while the one
sci trill their Tppccanoe ballads to the air OF d
tamil pdipdii the other thunders them out to the
tune of come lei us all be jolly The regular or
ganzation has been set on foot for this purpose
rippecanoc clubs are forming not only in the vari-
Gus wards of this city, but throughout the country
to drink hard cider, and sing song in praise of iar-
rison. Stores of ballads have been provided to
serve as heavy ordnance for the political campaign
glees and catches are ready to throw into our camp
like hand grenades and congrevc rockets; the wing
! Il tl.s
iabricating election rhymes, and we scarcely open
a wing newspaper without finding one or two llar'
rison songs. The plan is TO exterminate us chrc
matically, to cut to pieces with A sharpand lay US
PROSTATE with q fiat, to hunt us down with figures
overrun us with choruses and bring in Harrison b,
grand dapson.
We could meet the wings on the field of argu
ment and beat them without effort; if the question
were of principles and measures, we should MAKE
short work with them; in that contest we have TN
people fully on our side. But when they lay dow
the weapons of argument and attack us with mu
steal notes, what can we do! We can refute thel
rcasonings, but how can we stand against thel
minims, crotchels, and their volleys of demisemi
quayers linked together like chain shot We cat
not FOR their orators and their journalists, thei
speeches and their paragraphs, but now shall W.
f resist the counterponi'
There Is certain beauty of correspondence II
these musical arrangements of the wings. Mel
whose brains are muddled at the Tippecanoe club
with drinking hard cider, qualified with it'll
brandy, to prevent it, as the Highlander in on
of SCOTS novels, from being "ower cold for tn
stamach," can neither reason nor understand rea
son. They cannot reason, but they can shout, AM
they feel strong propensity to lift up their voices
BY providing them with glees and catches an
choruses, two important ends are attained the.
both crafty their inclination for making noise
ond do infinite mischief 10 the party they oppose.
, 1t is said that Mr.. Van Buren, is so i-iniorme
on this subject that he actually expects TO be re
elected President Of the United States. We admit
as all the world does, his shrewdness and sagacity
and his usual exemption from the delusicn ri fall.