During the last six days every body here has been agog with the Buffalo Convention, and matters thereunto appertaining. It seems that seventeen States had delegations there—Ohio by hundreds, and New York by thousands.—From the reports, there were some fifty thousand person assembled, about one-third of whom were delegates. Judge McLean withdrew in the beginning. Senator Hale's friends, however, rallied a very respectable vote for him, but not quite enough to take the game; whereupon they gave in with a good grace, and Van Buren was ratified by acclamation.
Much astonishment is felt, however, at the nomination for the Vice Presidency. Very few people had hitherto heard of Charles Francis Adams—except, perhaps, in the demesnes of Boston, where he has occupied, for years past, a position among the editorial corps. What the reasons of bringing him forward are, do not as yet appear upon the surface. The managing men at Buffalo, however, had some good reasons in their own minds, no doubt. McLean or Hale had been generally fixed upon for the station.
O, what a ferment we are in! The impetus from Buffalo has come five hundred miles to us, and little is talked of in the streets and public places generally, but the three tickets. Taylor has many firm friends here, notwithstanding the heavy ground-swell that sets in from certain quarters against him. Cass, I judge from what I hear and see, is least likely to carry New York of any of the candidates. Indeed, the shrewdest politicians do not count this State for the regular Democratic nominees at all.
Very many of the "good society" of the town are off to watering places, and spots all along shore, and some of them in the woods. They are having high times, I see, at Saratoga. Down at Rockaway, and off at Newport, also, balls, pic-nics, jollity, courting, promenading, etc., form the happy employment of some five thousand, probably more, happy dogs. Happy did I say? Well, who knows that they are any happier than we who are comfortably staying at home, and don't stir out during the three hours on each side of meridian line?
There is a report in town that Gen. Worth has arrived—he of the "waving plume." He should have come hereafter, or else a couple of months earlier. Just about now, he won't find people disposed to pay anybody much attention, except he come to them talking politics. The gallant General wrote a gratuitous letter to act on the Baltimore Convention, in which the desire for something stood out so prominently that even he who ran might read what he, the General, so very much wanted. This letter-writing has killed better men than Worth; and it has cooled the ardor of the friends of the latter exceedingly. It is every way to be hoped, however, that the gallant General will be received by his fellow citizens with due honor and courtesy; for he bore himself valiantly and wisely in the field.
Mr. Trist's violent and passionate attack on the President does not receive much serious attention. The Ex-Commissioner overleaps the mark in his fury, and charges too much on his extensively abused Excellency of the White House. Probably Trist is a little demented—at least at times. What do you think about it?
Every body is anxious to hear what they have done in Ireland. Heaven grant it may be good news for Freedom!
MANHATTAN.