Worcester daily spy. [volume] (Worcester [Mass.]) 1850-1888, 1860-07-09

John Tyler, who, some twenty years ago,
by an unlucky accident, won little notoriety
md subsequently dropped into total and per
manent eclipse, wrote letter to the Boston
celebration, last week, which reveals the effect
of obscurity upon a mind never very acute,
nor very strong 1t is pity that he should
ever be tempted to emerge from the delightful
shadows of Sherwood Forest, as it always
brings to mind how vastly he is removed from
the opportunities, and some of the accidental
dignities OF his life. In this letter he grumbes
as follows -
snow that deep generation for the constitution
seems no longer to exist in the minds of many;
when the laws are despsed, and their enforcement
prevented by the interference of lawess mobs;
when state governments manifest not only entire
indifference to this state of things but give them
encouragement by legislative enactments falling
very little short of positive notification of the acts
OF congress; when efforts are made to sever the
ponds which bind the states together which have so
lar succeeded as to visit the communion table,
around which all should assemble in peace and
Drotherly love, with anger and schism; and when
the question OF the breaking asunder the bonds of
the Union is made topic of discussion in every
family circle &c, Sc at such time it is source
OF unfeigned qualification that Boston is to cele-
brate the natal day of the republic in the imposing
manner which it proposes"
1t was the design of Mr.. Everett's very ex-
celleRt Grafton to establish the value of repub-
lican government against the criticism of mon
archists, and to show that the purer .democra-
cies were the better for mankind. With glad
and cordial unanimity, his entire audience well
coined his brilliant testimony in defence of the
institutions under which it is their fortune to
live. Even Mr.. George Lunt, who is some
ina A. L.
caught the spirit from the golden lips of the
orator, and INDUCED in postprandcal disser-
tation on the imperishable nature of truth
Like croaking and illomened raven must the
voic of this John Tyler have sounded, invad-
ing this harmonious and hopeful scene with
sounds of dismay and prophecies of disaster
His illustrations, if they were true, would
have made quick work with, the irrefragable
logic of Mr.. Everett, and dispelled the high
hopes with which the solid men of Boston are
accustomed to contide in the integrity and per-
manency of the American Union. The acct
dental expresident, to be sure, is not peculiar
in the fears which he expresses he is only
peculiar i'll the singular and melancholy
malice, with which he sets them at
large. The phantoms which haunt Sherwood
Forest are migratory ghouls, but while in one
place they are classified as household pets, in
others they are disreputable, and are kept out
in the cold. Only a few old women in New
England are so reckless of their regulations as
to be detected in giving the lying imps any
aid or comfort whatever. In the matter of
controversy as it stands between Mr.. Everett
and Lord Grey, John Tyler would make a
very admirable satellite of the latter, and, if
his political and personal influence were not
entirely myth, would afford very considera.
BILE comfort to the champions of ancient and
vested privilege in the old world. But it
is truth, the cIearnegs of which is
very apparent, that the theory of republi-
canism is successful just so far as we faithful
ly apply it, and fails just in proportion as the
state verges from it. 1t is not in states truly
republican that the question of breaking
asunder the bands of the Union" is familiar to
every family circle, or that this, or any Kindred
question awakens "anger and schism at the
communion table" Black fogs still hover over
the dismal swamps, and clouds give back their
baeful rain to the soil which is cursed with
bondage But genuine republcanism, every.
where welcomes and enjoys the light.