NOTE.

SINCE the above was prepared for the press, the publication of Mr. Tyler's "exposition," as it has been called, of his reasons for signing the Apportionment Bill, has so completely justified the analysis here made of his opinions, and contains so plain an avowal of those inconceivable doctrines, which he has hitherto only acted upon, that it has almost rendered such an analysis superfluous. The labor of convicting is thrown away by the frank confession of the person accused. Mr. Tyler is going on rapidly in the accomplishment of the destiny, I have assigned to him, of being the instrument for the overthrow of the veto power. One hardly knows whether to be most amused with the child-like simplicity, the innocent candor with which he proclaims principles, which embody the very essence of the most daring, extravagant, wholesale usurpations to be found in the history of the human race, or vexed that such a man should by any caprice of fortune become the Chief Magistrate of this country. Alas for the vanity of human distinctions! that such should be the result, even the accidental result, of the free choice of seventeen millions of intelligent freemen after a half-a-century's schooling in the practice of self-government. There is, however, one circumstance to be noted in this matter in favor of the intelligence of the American people, though not very flattering to Mr. Tyler, that although this caricature tyrant, for twelve mortal months, has been thus wearing the Despot's mask, and brandishing furiously the most formidable prerogative in the whole executive armory, threatening to demolish everything before him, he has not yet succeeded in alarming anybody. Nobody will be frightened. He produces no more effect in that way, than Tom Thumb on the stage with his very big sword. Although he roars so much louder, and in so much higher a key than a real lion, there is no more trembling than when Master Bottom, for the sake of not frightening the ladies, roared them as "gently as any sucking