l am your fellow citizen.

 JOHN ". WOMACK.

From the Rochester Republican. "I AM 4 ROMAN CITIZEN,
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This appellation was once considered as one of the highest earthly honors. It was passport to its possessor among the most distant and barbarous nations, and t was disregard of this boasted privilege which stands out conspicnous!y in the catalogue ot crimes which Cicero arrays against Verres, and for the commission of which he invokes his condemnation. There is, even now, something that challenges respect ill the ex- clamation Il am a citizen of Rome." It carries back the mind to ages, when the majesty ot the Roman Commonwealth ex- torted respect 'sfrom sea 10 sea, and from the rivers to the ends of the earth" But the potency of the Roman name is no more; the spell IS broken, while dancing dogs'' and wandering mendicants throngthe city of the Cmsars.

 We were led to these remarks on name once powerful, by reading the influence of ours over neighboring nation. The un- furling of our banner in Mexico, to save those whose lives were sought by an exci- ted popuace, was the utterance of the ma gic sentence. ssI an aa .Americm citi2ont' The thirst for blood gave place to admira- ton, at the sight of the banner, which, like the Roman name, conveys to distant nations the assurance of our rising greatness. Is it visionary to suppose that the appellation of an American citizen will yet exert great CT influence over the minds of distant na- tons than ever did that of Rome in the days its greatest power?

 Ifthere be such an one, we'll may we say, that the age of wisdom is not yet past. We cherish it with the fondness ofa first passion; passion which we trust will never know abatement. Rome rose to greatness on the blood of conquered nations; bloodsprinkled as it were inc foundation stone of the Eter- nal city; and each edlfce as # rose from the earth told of nation conquered of a people slain America is rising too, but not by blood. Her glory is not based on the triumph of victorious armies, or the con- fagraiion of magnificent cities but on the virtue and happiness of the people, and may the day be far distant ere she finds in hei bosom the treaehery of Cataline, or the ambition of Pompey or Cesar.