The Liverpool Standard and General Commercial Advertiser. — 1842-11-01 (Liverpool, Merseyside, England)

SMITH. The former was supported by the elite of the Conservatives of the ward. The latter threw himself upon the support of a party whom we find it difficult, almost impossible, to characterise. The former stood upon constitutional principle alone; the latter was championed by the " liberal," the Radical, and the Popish press ; was held up as a martyr,—a man of sound sense, and liberal conservative opinions, and, as a matter of course, laughed at for being gulled by such empty professions. Strong as the Conservative majority in the ward was known to be, and last year droved itself, Mr. Smith boasted, during his canvas, that he could beat any opponent by forty votes. How this prophecy was realised we now proceed to show. At an early hour the conservatives began to muster round their committee-room, the Edge-hill Coffee-house, that of Mr. Smith being a corner shop lower down on the opposite side. In the latter place, during the first hour, we did not see a single individual. The worthy candidate himself, however, was bustling up and down, looking very merry to see so many of his FRIENDS (!) At the opening of the polling-booth, at nine o'clock, Mr. . Plumpton's voters presented themselves in great force, whilst scarcely one of the other'party came forward for the first half hour. One of these voted for Mr. Smith to fulfil a promise extorted from him upon the assurance that there would be no contest. The other was the illustrious CATSPAW who is  THE DUCHESS DE BERRI  The Charivari publishes the following letter from Deutz, the betrayer of the Duchess de Berri :  " Let the Royalists overwhelm me with their contempt, I have not the strength to complain ; but those who, after having incited my treason, have so well turned it to their profit, ought, in my opinion, to be the last to throw the stone at me. I allow that all the world are justified in calling me infamous, yet there are some whom I regard as more infamous than myself. Yes, Sir, let it be well known that all has not been told on the crime to which I had the misfortune to lend my name. Simon Deutz was willing to accept all the responsibility of the act for the miserable sum which was paid for it. But a day will perhaps come when the veil which now covers that terrible machination will be torn away, and  each one will assume the part which belongs to him in the odious creme of 1832. In the meantime I can only beg the Orleanist journals to speak of me with a little more moderation. If they calculate better the bearing of their insults, they will doubtless comprehend that Simon Dentz has been in the hands of certain exalted personages but a vile instrument, and they will judge it proper to keep silence on his account. The police, they say, are fatigued with my importunities. lam really desolate. Have I not had reason in my time to complain of the importunities of the police ? Alas ! was it not their cowardly and perfidious solicitations that robbed me of my honour, and it can be readily conceived that, however importunate I may now be to them, I have not the means of treating them in a similar manner. Strange ! The police now despise me. They appear to blush at my acquaintance ; but if I had not been followed by them with M. Thiers at their head, who will dare to say that I should not now have been an honest man? Remove M. Thiers and M. de Montalivet from the history of my life (I will for the moment only name those two), and I should remain what I always wished to be, the loyal and faithful servant of the august princess who had ever loaded me with kindness. How can they then escape from the odium that is cast upon me, who, by their infernal seductions,bave so cruelly led me on to ruin? What! shall the assassin, who for a piece of money murders a man at the corner of a street, be reputed infamous, whilst he who placed the poniard in his hand and paid him the price of the murder, is allowed to walk with head erect and quietly reap all the profits of the crime ?  " As to those honest men who cannot pronounce my name without a shudder, I ask of them neither pardon nor pity ; and nevertheless, if they would be just, they would look on my part of the infamy as less glaring, and give a part to those who deserve it. This would only be distributive justice.  (Signed)  "