obedience is to make himself something worse than an automaton—it is to be an active, efficient, self-condemned agent in the consummation of designs he knows to be morally wrong, and deeply injurious to his country, to _the whole people_ he has sworn to defend and protect, by the preservation, inviolate, of the great charter of their rights and liberties. This Mr. Tyler would not, could not do; it would be to contradict and disparage the whole course of an honorable and useful life. He has spurned such degradation. But I lament that he did not do more than this—that he could find an alternative in abandoning his post to the enemy. I have alluded to Mr. Leigh's letter, but should be tedious were I now to make it a subject of particular comment, but cannot refrain from remarking that these gentlemen (Messrs. Tyler and Leigh) both professing to maintain the true and orthodox doctrines of “Instruction,” and exerting their powerful and cultivated intellects to explain them through many a labored column, at last bring themselves to opposite conclusions on the same case. Is it possible to give a more impressive illustration and evidence of the fallacy of the whole faith than that two such men, both indoctrinated in the same school, should, when brought to the practical application of their principles, so differ about their import and obligation? This is a subject of vast and growing magnitude. In my judgment, it is of vital importance to the Constitution of the United States, which will be essentially if not fatally changed, if its powers and operations are to be in this way under the dictation and control of State Legislatures. It will no longer be a Government of the United States. The Senate and House of Representatives will be but the agents of the State Legislatures, “to move only when they are bidden, and to record such edicts as may come to them.” In “Dodsley's Collection” is an old play called “_Eastward Hoe!_” It was written by Ben Jonson, and published in 1605 by George Chapman and John Marston. This probably suggested to our Paulding the title of his “_Westward Ho!_” TO ——. BY W. GILMORE SIMMS. 'Twas meant for thee, when all look'd dark, And ev'ry friend my childhood knew, Shrunk from the slight and vent'rous bark As reckless, through the waves it flew— Unshaken still, to keep thy faith, And through each gloomy storm that came, To shield me, in thy pray'rs, from scaith, To keep me, in thy words, from blame. When narrow fears beset the base, And selfish hopes o'ercame the mean, 'Twas love alone whose gentle face Look'd still unchanged through all the scene; And with the darkness of the hour, Thy truth but more conspicuous shone, As some sweet star, when clouds have power, Looks proudly out from Heaven, alone!