THE TRIBUNE.
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The LATE AND THE NHw OFFICIAL. EDITOR The
National in,elligencer draws picture OF the Off
cial Tyler editor that was. and the Polk editor that
is II be- 1t is scarcely {" counterfeit presentmeat
oftwo brothers,:


We may here speak, as one speaks oi freshly de-
parted greatness, (through our tears,) OF him who
made them but TOO often flow before, with his mo-
ving strain. j. J. hath passed zway, de hath
gone, they say, TO set up dry-eoocs store Pfoos-
bly, he viii deal In pocket handke.chieis; .orihere
i4 great consumption Of them wherever he goes.
He will also trade. We presume, IN grapes and other
mourning goods, for alas he was meek PHYS ten.
deYest child.


Of,hese two-one departing, tie other arriving
we may well compare the powers, though opposite,
yet strictly OF tragic KIN, Pity and Terror The one
was the greater master OF the affections; the other
more excItes fury and fear. The one piled up d
higher agony of wo the other greater ecstasy Of
rage or CONSERVATION. In the one, there was more
lyric sweetness, q! more elegIac lamentauon: the
other shakes the soul with dithyrsrnbc wildness.
Both must have sat 10 Collins oI pictures IN MS Cde
OF the Passions:


:" With eyes appraised, inspired.


Pale Melancholy sat retired,


And from her Wild scqges;ered sae.,


In notes by distance made more sweet


Poured through the mellow horn her pensive soni
This breathes, az every one will see, OF John On
the other hand, 10!


with ftown,


Revenge Impatient rose.


He threw his blood stained sword In thuncer down.
And with a wthering look


The war-denouncing trumpet took,


And blew blast 50 loud and dread.


Were ne'er prophetic sounds 50 full Of wo.


And ever and anon he beat


The doubling drum with furious heat


And though, at Intervals between,


Detected Pity at his side


Her soul l-subduiDg voice applied,


Yet still he kept his wild unatered misn. thead.
While each strained sight seemed bursting from his
In word, the Enquirer is. all the while, like
Lady Macbeth, filed


e. From tho crown TO the toe top-ful


ordirest cruelty"