Something that troubled Presidents Washington and Adams fifty years ago—an article called "Red Republicanism" now-a-days—has been paraded at Tammany Hall lately. I mean, of course, the meeting last Saturday night, to compliment Mr. Hecker, and listen to a speech from him and other ultra radicals. All day long the great folds of the flag of "gold, red and black," had been flaunting from the staff at the top of old Tammany, joined with our own "Star-Spangled;" and at night, the immense room was an absolute jam of human beings. The Socialists, National Reformers, and Free Soilers, gathered in great force; Old Hunkerism, and all sorts of Conservativism, looked on with a sour face, and retreated from the scene. It was a ga'a time for all the highest and most enthusiastic doctrines of "Liberty, Equality, Fraternity!" I, too, caught the enthusiasm, and though I understand German about as much as Choctaw, found myself cheering the Herr as loudly as the rest. Ah! there is something in the breast that bursts all control, in responding on such occasions to high and lofty dreams of political perfection—the wish to stab all sorts of tyranny that have for so many ages enchained the physical and mental powers of the "lower orders" of human kind! The popular feeling in New York would, even now, receive such men as Rollin and Blanc with joy. We do not so much wish their doctrines tried here in America, for we are doing well enough; and every successive ten years shows an opening still wider of radicalism—about as fast and as far as the people can stand it. But there is a deadly hatred toward the oppression and misery which the continent of Europe has received as its black legacy from the past. Devastation and blood seem horrible enough, but folks think they are not much worse than the wretchedness of stagnation, poverty, and death, for the millions of the old world.

Theatrical goers here and falling into the Macready current with a looseness. It is singular—perhaps it might be called absurd—for Macready is little better than the "remains" of a good actor. The Literary World hits the truth of the thing in the following paragraph:

Highway robberies are now variegating the somewhat dull business at the police offices. A. Joseph White was nabbed yesterday for attacking a German, at 1 o'clock in the morning, and robbing him of a gold watch and chain. The robbers of the $8,500 from young Crommeline, at Paterson, have not yet been discovered.

An innovation has been attempted here, after the Southern fashion, in the self-nomination of Mr. Edwin Williams, of much fame in "Registers" and statistics, for the office of Register of the county. It would be a good choice....Phonography (writing according to sound) has made many disciples here, and new classes are continually forming. Really the science is founded on true principles; but the worst of it is, few of its pupils carry its study to perfection....Rev. Dr. Hawks, of your city, is in town. He preached yesterday at St. Thomas's, formerly the scene of his regular labors....Mrs. Bishop continues warbling at the Park. Her voice is sweet and clear as ever—if not "more so"....You have heard, doubtless, that Fashion was beaten at the Union Course, L.I., last Friday by the Virginia Bostona. Lots of cash changed hands on the occasion; and many were the disconsolate faces....McNulty's trial has been postponed on account of the illness of one of the jurors. It won't amount to any thing decisive....We are to have some entertainment in the way of balloon ascensions, the current week, of a Dr. Morrill. (I hope they will prove more authentic than those which, for several successive Sundays gathered all the New Orleans boys, negroes, and curious ones, last spring around the corner of Poydras and St. Charles streets....Yellow Jack having departed from Quarantine, intercourse by ferry with Staten Island has been renewed....I saw, on Saturday last, a specimen of the California gold that is creating such a "sensation." It is the pure stuff, and no mistake.