DOCKYMENT.
From the National Intelligencer.
It was with real satisfaction that we recognized again, yesterday,
among our letters from the Post-Office, the handwriting
of our friend, Major Jack Downing. His personal associations,
as our readers know, have always been with those
who have made it a mortal offense in us—even to the extent
of denouncing it as moral treason—that we have not always
approved of their principles or their measures; but, somehow
or other, our feelings have always yearned to the Major.
There is such a transparent honesty in all his thoughts, and
such a kindness of heart perceptible in all his motions, that
we would rathor at any time receive even a rebuke from him
than the praise of some folks. If it be a pleasure to us, as it
is, to be able to differ from public men, to canvass their measures,
and even to censure them where censure is deserved,
without cherishing anything like personal malice toward
them, the reader may imagine what value we place upon the
correspondence of a true-hearted man like Major Downing,
who has not suffered his friendship for us to be sundered, or
even shaken, by the many differences of opinion about men
and measures that have grown up between us for the last
dozen or fifteen years.
We are right glad to understand, from what he says at the
close of the following letter, that it is not the last we may expect
from the Major:
