Mr. Bryant the poet, and proprietor, we believe, of the
New ork Evening Post, who has always been a good free-trader, has been expounding to his countrymen in New York the inconsistency of which they are guilty in cherishing free trade as a good between the various States, and rejecting it as an evil between the totality of the States and the rest of the world. The "law of mutual succour," he pointed out, knew nothing of geographical limits. The speech was good, but got a little too eloquent at its close. The law of mutual succour, he said, was "proclaimed in the shriek of the locomotive, and murmured by the ripple of the waters divided by the prow of the steamer." We have no objection to the last illustration, though the ripple of the waters never mur- mured quite so much to us ; but we steadfastly deny the shriek of the locomotive to be "mutual succour "—one-sided aggression would be nearer the mark.
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