Daily Richmond Whig. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1840-1842, 1842-06-22

"rhc Editor % the Wing In his saiurday's paper has
again drawn upon the resources Of his brilliant ulsina
ion ant upon the pucre pretes builds up charge
thar ~ Mr. stevenson ltd not write the biography himself
ondins tothe excellent sketch OF Mr. as hie, comnen.
ccd In our last pscr and concluded today he knew
weh who Dbl We are truly sorry that hy strok-
bic assumption Of this aneiful Eior' We have tell
nun, mat Mt = Knew nothing of the sketch having been
written "r sent for publication was the work OF old
irieni ami eoPasHoH fGrmss In the political struggle Of
the day The design bolster Mr. = In the eyes
o his fellow citizens In Nitrnis, for here he too well
known TO require any cerrdcec OF character; but 10
early lie aud the rich rewards his talents and Integrity
ant above all TO hold mp shining example OF the work.
virnous aspirations Of the humtcst In fortune and
In birth"-EHfsfisr.
Why, then, bore the People Of Virginia. Why
not publish the biography in other States only p
These few lines we take it, employed in their conf
position more ,oar than 6rains-and are as feeble,
considered as defence OF Mr. Stevenson and his
auto bogrnpher rs they arc defective a reply TO
the structures Of the Wing. We did not affirm tina,
Mr. Stevenson wrote his own ouogy, or that he
knew it written. But did not doubt tina,
he knew it was in process oil composition, and that
he furnished the materials. How else can We &c.
count for the publication OF stump speech, word
for word-made 25 years ngo1 Who could at this
late day supply report OF that speech bit the
author hmself7 We knew as well as the man
that made him. who wrote the Biography. There
were certain marks which could not be mistak-
en-. stil,ish, old maidensh aeetation Of elegance
and purity Of composition pointed US directly to the
gentleman, who executed the mechanical part Of the
sketch.
The Junto have rather too much :act for one oil
them TO write his own eulogy. They proceed dif.
ferently: You tickle me, and ri tickle you. For
instance, il MIR Stevenson and Judge Nicholas find
themselves waning in public opinon-because Of
the incapacy OF this degenerate age to appreciate
their transcendent abiliiles-a common suffering
excites a common sympathy, and they set about to
repair the rents in each others reputation. The
Judge drawshis flaming pen, and expatates upon
the unsurpassed genius and the ndomi,able ener-
gies OF the Embassador-his feats at home and
abroad-the ds,ins pushed honours lavished upon
him by "weathy noblemen and hereditary lords"
in ngland-and 10 crown the climax, he describes
striking resemblance between the honoured suhlec,
of his pen, and "the Statue of Washington, when
viewed from the Eastern Angle of the Hall Of the
Capitol of Va" The ambassador, on hi, part
informs the benighted world Of the learning, the
force Of intellect, and the quick apprehension of tn,
profound and patient Judge, and the rapidly with
which he dispatches the mos, complicated cases
which had bafi ed the comprehension of the nstut
] est and ablest iur sits for quarter OF century
To listen TO the ambassadors thunder. you would
be forced to believe that the Oracle OF Thems pre-
sided in the Circuit Superior Court Of Law for the
City Of Richmond.
This is illustration OF the tickle me. tickle.
you game of the Jdnto. The Judge was too BUSH
ly engaged in writing on, come imporian, decisions
by the side of which, the immutabe and everlasting
decisions of Mansfield, will dwindle into insg
fcance. to indie the biography of his august EN-.
bassadoria friend. He left that pleasing task to an
erudite gentleman of leisure at Washington Neitter
has the Embsssodor paid compliment to his dstin-
guishe1 judicial frierd-because he did not stand
in need OF it. One whose measure of glory fills to
owe flowing every day requires no news pap per
puff
A. 10 the taste Of this practice OF writing ONE,
"eiegy," whilst living, a Democratic friend M
street calls it-that's different matter. les time
honoured usage with the Clique. and they could not
live without II.