Year: 1862

ThurlOW weed Coming HOmes
Thurlow Weed, we hear, is coming homo
He could do nothing better. 1t is quite time
for him to come back and clear up his reputa-
tion and straighten up his character. Both
reputation and character are in very great dan
ger now; for the Van Wyck Investigation Com
mittee has hunted up doubtful transaction Of
Mr. Weeds among the contract vermin recently
unearthed. That Van wyck has done many q
public man ill service by his expose If Mr.. Weed
desires companyin his misery he will be happy
to learn that dozen other respectable people
are mentioned quite as invidiously as himself in
the committees report. Some people prefer to
suffer among q crowd Of other sufferers rather
than endure solitary punishment. If Mr.. Weed
is one Of this sort he can find plenty of consoia-
ton in confding Cummings, magnificent Ere
mont and two-and-c-half per cent Morgan. II
il best for him to come back and attend to him
self, at any rate.


The Van Wyck development shows that Mr.
Weed had something to do with powder CON-
tracts at five per cent commission. This was
pretty work for . venerable politician, to be
sure. Experience might have taught him that
powder contracts were combustible' affairs, and
would end in blow up the moment aspark Of
light was let in upon them. We are ashamed
of Thurlow, and cannot disguise the fact.
We write of him more in sorrow thanin anger;
but we wish it were any other man in the world
than our friend Weed who. had thus burned his
fingers and blackened his fair fame: Would
that we had known this when we. invited
him to the sylvan shades of Washington
Heights, gavehim deeuner q la fourchete, and
did not smoke with him the mild Havana Of
peace and amity, for he had to smoke it alone.


And what, after all, has Mr.. Weed been ac-
compishing during his European sojourn! We
have read all his letters, and he seems to have
been hob-nobbing with oil sorts of titled folk;
but what does it all amount to? He tells US
how he has walked arm-in- arm with Sir Henry
Holland, picked up the fan Of the Countess
Russell-no relation, we hope; for her own
sake, of the Bull run LLD.-and played the
beau generally in high circles. He has break
tasted with this lord, lunched with that earl,
dined with the duke Of so-and-so, supperedwith
the viscount of something else; and eaten his
way through the entire court calendar Just
as he used to dash from Albany to New
York, and from New York to- Washing
ton, attending to. his affairs of State,
and losing his pocketbook regularly and
with malice aforethought-f in his pock-
etbook he kept his list of Offices promised-so
he has been tripping it from London to Paris
from Paris to London, and repeat, like .
shuttlecock. But, we ask, what does it. ell
amount to! His letters to the London Times
have done us more harm than good, and his
social efforts have produced about the same
bad fruit. What is the use of his blinking
glasses with Palmerston and walking the gar
den of the Tuileries with Napoleon. when, by
tho last intelligence, France and England are
about to raise our Southern blockade, and run
the chances Of our giving them both ar6ogging:
Weed could not even prevent this catastrophe.
He had better come home.


We anxiously expect our former friend' BY
the next steamer. We have thought
great deal of him. and we are disconsolate
at his rapid descent from q patriot to
contract broker. IF ho is really guilty
Of this powder job-and the case is strong
against hims-let him receive our adieuT and our
blessing, and go and join some religious so
ciety of which the Rev. Sidney A. Corey is. not
the pastor. We can never see him or love him
any more