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Too Good to be Lost.-While the Wings were earousing and coon-singing on Tuesday evening, over the victory which they didn't gain, and holding forth in most grandiloquent style over (as they foolishly believed) their great achievement, MT. -, one of the Whig candidates for Assembly, even surpassed him seif in the high wrought eloquence with which he announced his election, and thanked, with much gravity, and with a heart over flowing with kindness, the glorious Whig party for his unheardof success. On closing his tremendous effort our jolly Whig friend, Phil. Peitch, was called up. He mounted the rostrum-surveyed the anxious multitude with gravity becoming his manly propor- tions, and with calmness which at once surprised and astonished his Whig friends; then laying his hand upon his shoulder, and slowly turning round his ponderous form, and looking up into the face of the last speaker, said, < are-you-sure--you elected" Then quietly resuming his posi- ton, bowed to the audience and left the stage. The effect upon the audience was irresistibly comc-and ludicrous in the extreme It was perfect wet blanket to their gay amuse- ment, and the gentleman alluded to learned before he went to bed, that he was not only '' whipped community" but stood among the lowest on his ticket. .N. F. Plebeian