He was now in the full stream of journalistic activity. He wrote for the _New York Sun_, and appears for a few months to have acted as editor in succession of the _Aurora_ and the _Tattler_.[70] In 1843 he filled the same post on the _Statesman_, and the year after upon the _Democrat_; while contributing also to the _Columbian Magazine_, the _American Review_, and Poe's _Broadway Journal_.[71] Probably none of these contributions are worthy of recollection. Anomalous as it may sound, from twenty-three to thirty-five Whitman was better fitted for an editor than for an essayist. He was clever without being brilliant; he had capacity but no special and definite line of his own. His strength lay in his judgment; and upon this both friends and family learnt to rely. Several of the papers for which he wrote were party organs; it may have been that his political services in 1840 won him an introduction to the editors of the _Democratic Review_, and helped him on his further way. In any case, it is certain that he frequented the party's headquarters in the city. Tammany Hall was named after an Indian brave,[72] presumably to indicate the wholly indigenous character of its interests. Towards the end of the eighteenth century, it seems to have become the seat of a society of old Knickerbockers, gathered partly for mutual protection against certain groups of foreign immigrants who had shown a hostile disposition, and partly in opposition to the aristocratic Cincinnati Society presided over by Washington. During Jefferson's Presidency it became a political centre, and was identified with the Democratic party from the time of its re-organisation under Jackson in New York State. The Democrats failed to elect Van Buren, and were in opposition from 1840 to 1844. During the electoral struggle, a Baltimore journal had spoken slightingly of the humble character of Harrison, the Whig candidate:[73] better fitted, it pronounced, for a Western log-cabin and a small pension than for the White House. Harrison, like Andrew Jackson, was an old soldier: he had beaten the Indians long ago in a fight at Tippecanoe; and that, together with the simplicity of this Cincinnatus--the imaginary log-cabin, the coon-skins and hard cider, which made him the impersonation of the frontiersman to whom America owed so much, being all artfully exaggerated by party managers--caught the fancy of the whole country, which rang for months together with the refrain of "Tippecanoe and Tyler too". Harrison died immediately after his inauguration and Vice-president Tyler took his place.