"What project?" inquired Fog.
"The destruction of the Bank of the United States, and the refusal to create another in its place," answered Mr. Grant.
Theodore read on—
"If the project shall be successful, we are again to see these paper missiles shooting in every direction through the country—a derangement of all values,—a depreciated circulation—a suspension of specie payments;—then a further extension of the same detestable paper—a still greater depreciation—with failures of traders and failures of banks in its train—to arrive at last at the same point from which we departed in 1817."
"A rank forgery," said Theodore Fog, "printed for the occasion."
"That won't do," replied Mr. Grant; "I have been the owner of this pamphlet ever since 1834 myself."
"Then Binney is a Dimmycrat," said Sim Travers, "and you are trying to pass him off on us for a Whig. Sound Dimmycratic doctrine and true prophecy."
"Huzza for Binney!" shouted Flan Sucker, "a tip-top Dimmycrat, whoever he is!—I never heard of him before."
"Yes," said Mr. Grant, "one ounce of his Democracy is worth a ton weight of the best you will find in the Globe. But read on, a little further below, where you see it scored."