SOMETHING OF EDITORIAL, FROM A SPECIAL
CORRESPONDENT.
Great meeting of the foreigners at -'7aUer71,


~ 70 IL
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SOMETHING OF FDITORIAL l., FROM A SPECIAL
CORRESPONDENT.
Great meeting of the foreigners at -Taver,


sig,, of the Beetsteah md Grub, Washington


City, -strcet.


ScENE.-The back adjoining the Bar-twelve
o'clock at nghta solitary candle burning in tin shade
and hanging against the door--a likeness of Whitaker
suspended the chimney, and old musket sung on
two spikes, laying horizontally the door way. A
table in the middle ofthe covered with half dozen
decaners of whskcy and brown and blue pitcher with
dirty waer-several tumbers scattered about-onr
teen fifteen shabby looking oaers sitting around or
in detached parties. We shall attempt the scene and
the dialogues and songs.


The President commences


"Conicuere onu,es. .'-"Arrah, my lads, pass
around the old cruiskin-the genuine dew of auld
Ireland-pass it quick, and I'll propose ye sin
timent. All, there ye're Michael Dunagan, set
asy, will ye, and don't be twitchng and screwing
over that vagabond paper, the Native!'


"IIould your glab, Mr.. President, and do mt be
afther disturbing my thocts l was reading
the abuse haped upon the honorable Irish emmi-
grants shipped by the boat load to this infer
nal country


"Yash dat pepper dosh abuse de Irish, because
de Irish gets trunk and votes at de elections. l
tink these Nativshs ought to tank de Irish and We
Tutch, for koming over de waters for to deach dem
to have de coot manners. By gosh, de Irish do
drink to suit me exactly, and de ought to vote"


"Who are we that we should be so traduced and
slandered," bawled forth red faced, big, burly
Englishman, "who are we, would like to know?
Arnt we patriots! Ar'nt we masters here, and
masters of the Government, and ar mt the Offices
ours by favor! To be sure, they are. What
matters it how we were educated-how we were
born, or where we were born-what is it to the
natives. We come from Europe, where every
thing is managed by rule, and we'll establish the
same system here. 1t is our land, our fathers
under George the Third knew it; and didn't they
try to obtainit. For years, against that infer
nal Washington, did they keep hold of their claim,
| like an honest suitor in Court of Chancery.-
This land is ours-our fathers blood split by these
natives, is red throughout all its fields. We have
the right by the right of revenge, and | am for
striking the first blow the lives of the editors of
this bold and insolent Native Amercan,-who'll II
second the motion?''


a." said white faced Irshman, with long
black locks. and white and linen colored cheeks,
with ferocious eye, furious from drink and hate.
II, by the groans of my fathers and brothers, and
by my old mother that was hung in Ireland for
numbering my young sister, will do that deed
for ye. I'll have the hearts blood of the Internal
dsturbers of the Irish power in America. Here
stand weak and crushed, but III be Brutus, il