FROM CASS COUNTY.

Messrs.[Messieurs] Editors:—Permit me thro’[through] your columns to inform the people of the proceedings of a protracted, distracted, stump-sucking Clay meeting. On the 22d ult., beneath their party banners bedaubed with Clay, their effective forces displayed in the waste places of public sentiment, under command of the redoubtable “Aunt Becky” presidential elector, and corporal Kill, the potter.2 Pursuant to order from head quarters, the chivalrous potter led on the charging column. While Judge Pearson, putting off the gown, took to him the sword of fact and the buckle of reason; repelling the potter’s horse, and putting himself into position to receive heavy armed forces, under “Aunt Becky.” These advanced erect with proudly measured tread, within half shot, and halted, when the Judge’s artillery opened a galling fire upon their centre column; their ranks became disordered throughout the entire line they a moment stood—wavered—fled; beyond the noise of cannon, and bursting of shells. The day was won by elasticity of heel; rather than by force of arms. So goes the fight in Cass. The night after this memorable action, the wounded and missing were brought into camp and to undergo surgical operations, and “Aunt Becky” felt it her duty to deliver herself, of a soul stirring harangue. She opened her wise head—“broke up the fountains of the great deep,”3 of natal depravity; and rained “a horrible tempest,”4 of billingsgate,5 and vulgar party vituperation on the devoted head of Van Buren. The old veterans in leg war, and young converts, having harmoniously performed the salutary yelping, howling, cachinatory exercises, deemed necessary to restore confidence, were delivered over to the potter, who I “doo” understood to have power of the Clay of the same lump, to make vessels of honor and dishonor. I am inclined to think his clay is not of the proper subsistence; and that most of his vessels are cracked. The potter drew a frightful picture of the fell disorders which conspired to bring the State banking institutions to their death beds. If rightly informed, I shall not err in saying, had every such man as the good potter paid their dues to the banks, it might, as a palliative, have retarded the progress of their distemper. After the potter had, like Gideon, broken his pitcher:6 “Aunt Becky,” kindly dismissed the coons7 till 9 o’clock next morning, when dear pious old soul—she would like to hold a sort of love feast with them. At the hour designated, without even “Abraham to father,” I met with the faithful, and I feel it was good to have been there. “Aunt Becky,” exhorted them to be wary and circumspect. She said much time was lost discussing a mammoth windling[wintling] engine—the distribution bribe—the pickpocket tariff—holy bankrupt law &c[etc];8 better fritter away the good name of our probable candidate, than meet us on general measures. Their craft is in danger. Great is the National Bank—insatiate maelstroom of the people’s money. By way of example, in president electioneering, “Aunt Becky” attempted to throw the odium of defalcations under the treasury department on Van Buren; during whose administration, it is a fact, capable of strict proof, that government lost less by defaulters in proportion to the amount collected, than in any similar period of time since its formation. “Aunt Becky” strove with a zeal, I charitably hope not against knowledge—to impress it upon the minds of the audience, that Spencer receiver at Fort Wayne, Harris and Boyd, receivers in Mississippi, Linn of Ill. and Swartwout, collector of the port of N.Y. were all good Democrats, knawing at the bones of patronage that fell from their master’s table—that they were all defaulters; for whose conduct Van Buren was morally responsible. Secretary Woodbury in 1838, writing to Duncan, in Congress, from Ohio, who had asked of him the truth relative to these charges, then yelped by every Whig thing in the nation, and now received by “Aunt Becky” says that Spencer never was a defaulter, but had at one time delayed making a deposite for a few days, on account of muddy roads. That the balance against Harris was part paid, and the balance well secured. Likewise of Boyd. Such he presumed to be the case with Linn (Whig) Governor Duncan being one of his securities—at whose instance he was nominated and appointed, But what of Saml. Swartwout; a Whig in faith—a scoundrel in works. His stealing a quarter of a million of dollars is sought, by dint of lying, to be saddled on to Mr. Van Buren as the resulting consequence of his exclusive party nominations. Does not “Aunt Becky” know that the Whig scoundrel Swartwout was recommended to Jackson by the Whig merchants of N.Y. nominated by Jackson, and appointed by a Whig Senate, who knew that his father, in the days of Monroe, was a defaulter. Van Buren opposed his appointment; but Swartwout, having seemingly well discharged the duties of his office, was retained under Van Buren, in open violation of that maxim which Whigs charged him with uniformly acting upon—“to the victors belong the spoils.”9 Thus has Van Buren honestly nursed in the bosom of patronage; the ungrateful viper, and exposed himself to the venomous fangs of the whole hell brood. If “aunt Becky” knows these things, she is false as Satan; if not she is too ignorant for a party leader. It is a singular fact, that “the longest of the long nine” pronounced on the 23d ult., a most becoming eulogy, on General Hamilton.10 “Of parties, it, is no less true than of governments, that at the beginning, they take their principles from the leading men, and after these take theirs from the parties.11 Who was the father of the Anglo American Bank and credit system? Hamilton—head and front of the Federal party. What party struggled incessantly against the extension of the bank and credit system. The patriotic school of Jefferson—apostle of Democracy. Who now advocate a National Bank, inflated currency, and extended credit? The Clay Federal-whig party. Then forbid not to claim relationship with Hamilton. This is the first instance, within my knowledge, that a modern Federalist has dared to recur to first principles. It is, due to the distinguished talent of Judge Pearson to say, that his speeches of the 22d ult., —characterized by gentleness of manner, loftiness of thouht and implicity of styles contrasted strangely enough, with the wild torrent of vinegar, gall and wormwood, with which he was assailed. His calm and dignified eloquence joined to majestic strength, of Socratic reasoning; unincumbered with obscene anecdotes, or grotesque drapery of empty declamation, induce me to congratulate the Democracy of this district on having found, in the person of Judge Pearson, an able advocate of equal rights.