To James Gordon Bennett and Frederic Hudson, his Cunning Secretary.
How many members of your families and Herald spies are quartered in the Departments of our Municipal Government? in the Post Office? in the Custom House? in the Departments at Washington? I am anxious to know, and, if you don’t soon publish the interminable list, I will. Is Robert, your former book-keeper, and other family relatives, still in the Custom House, and other public stations, and to keep them there, do you jump Jim Crow from Fremont to Buchanan, and defend the everlasting Wetmore robbers, and the brothers Schell, and other public plunderers? You know you do, you double-dyed villains. And you know that I know that Bennett and Fred and Ned Hudson, and black-mail-bottle-holder-Galbraith, and “Obscene-publication”-”British-alien”-”thirty-days-in-the-Tombs”-”Drury”-”go-between”-Fire Marshal Baker, are an irredeemable band of consummate scamps. I mean to strip, and lash, and brand yourselves and whole tribe of vultures, so that you cannot longer deceive the people. So, prepare, ye two-faced, nauseous, scabby, leprous, and hellish gang of thieves, for a dissection that will enlarge the eyes of honest men, and make them stare like affrighted owls. You have quoted Scripture long enough, and I intend that you shall hereafter quote from your friend the Devil, and cease your hypocrisy.
[The Way New York is Bamboozled.]
“First Annual Report of the American and Foreign Emigrant Protective and Employment Society,” of which Peter Cooper is President, and Horace Greeley and Solon Robinson are Directors.