The defeat of the Whigs of New York and the cause of it have excited no small degree of alarm among the adherents of the Kentucky orator. In this city, the delicate Philadelphia Gazette comes magnanimously to the aid of Henry Clay,—
‘A tom-tit twittering on an eagle's back.’
The learned editor gives it as his opinion that Daniel O'Connell is a ‘political beggar,’ a ‘disorganizing apostate;’ talks in its pretty way of the man's ‘impudence’ and ‘falsehoods’ and ‘cowardice,’ etc.; and finally, with a modesty and gravity which we cannot but admire, assures us that ‘his weakness of mind is almost beyond calculation!’
We have heard it rumored during the past week, among some of the self-constituted organs of the Clay party in this city, that at a late meeting in Chestnut Street a committee was appointed to collect, collate, and publish the correspondence between Andrew Stevenson and O'Connell, and so much of the latter's speeches and writings as relate to American slavery, for the purpose of convincing the countrymen of O'Connell of the justice,