...e affectionate attentions he has lavished upon us of late, after endearments in word and deed which might have melted the heart of a tiger, can we have the base ingratitude to prefer such a wretch as John Buil to our loving and beneficent neighbor? The perversity of human nature is unaccountable. We are afraid that it will continue so to the end. Even if the valiant Doodle can subjugate our soil, he ca...