Fools.
Bennett and Hudson (through their influence with the wholesale news dealers,) supposed they could check the circulation of the “Alligator,” among the honest masses, who have been kicked and cuffed and sold by the Bennett’s, and Greeley’s, and Raymond’s, since the immortal Pudding Dinner of Benjamin Franklin, to the wicked aristocracy and tories of Philadelphia, who threatened to crush Franklin’s bold and independent Journal, but who got egregiously mistaken. Stop my “Alligator!” Eh? You could as easily dam the thundering torrents of Niagara, that have sublimely rolled into their rocky beds for unnumbered ages. Withhold my “Alligator” from the glad embraces of the intelligent and industrial classes! Eh? First strive to roll back the Father of Waters to its sources in the mountain wilderness, or beat back the God of Day, or stop the Revolutions of the Globe! Stop my “Alligator!” Eh? Fools, fools, fools!
I have received the first number of “The Fact,” whose editors are Wm. B. Smith and D. A. Casserley. It is about the size of the “Alligator,” and full of interesting matter. I hope it will be liberally patronised.