Perhaps, as this letter somewhat implicates, the redoubtable major in an infidelity to the bank, and the government, should it ever come to his notice, he may insist that it is “Kounterfit;” but as it was by mistake, inclosed in a package, and directed to a friend, by the first recipient, when he was leaving in haste, I have no doubt of its genuineness. And as the major’s fortunes are known to have risen nearly in inverse proportion to the fall of the bank, and Apalachi lands, even his friends will find it difficult to disbelieve it. Never having had an opportunity to return this letter, I make it public now, that justice may be rendered to all the parties. _Washington_, 1835. To squire S—— in New-York. DEAR SIR. Your letter to the ginral, was received in Washington, as quick as the mail could fetch it. As soon as it got to the P. O. here, Amos Kindle came right over to the white house with it, and says he—“Ginral, here’s a letter from York, and I raither guess—there’s some news in it.” As soon as the ginral took the letter in his hand, he knowed by the outside, that it was from you. The ginral is plaguey cunnin, and he knowed as quick as a weazle’s scent, that Amos wanted to find out what was in it. So, says he to me, major, says he, these ere friends of Mr. Van Buren in York, pester me amazinly. And then he laid the letter down on the table, and lit his pipe, and went to talkin politics. And it warnt long afore he drove Amos away, by tellin a story about a man, who turned traitor to his patron. The ginral all the time meant Mc Lane and him, but he told the story so cutely, that it suited Kindle and Clay, just as well. As soon as Amos was gone, says the ginral to me, says he, “Major”—now we’ll read this ere letter from Swartwout. That Kindle, “says he,” wanted mightily to know what was in it, but though he’s sharp as a needle, it wont do to trust him with secrets, unless he has a hand in making on em; and then we read your letter all over, backwards, and forwards, side ways, and cross ways. And when we got through, says the ginral to me, says he, “Major, this ere letter is amazin puzlin.” GENERAL JACKSON “RILED.”