the Canal policy for connecting the Erie and the
Hudson, and this at a period when the spirit of party strife had widely
scattered doubts and ridicule on the contemplated movement. In the war of
1812, when paper money in small bills largely became our currency, Mr.
Pintard was the person who caused those well-known mottoes, "Mind your own
business," "Never despair," "Economy is wealth," and others of a like
import, chiefly drawn from Franklin, to surround the designations of the
value of the money. He had, I believe, done a like service in our
revolutionary times. He carried the measure of having the British names of
our streets changed to the modern ones they are now known by. I have
noticed these few circumstances concerning him, because I wish it to be
impressed on your memories that the editors and proprietors of public
journals are often zealous in good measures not necessarily connected with
their immediate vocation. Pintard enjoyed an intimacy with booksellers and
authors. He and Freneau, a native also of this city, and his contemporary,
had often been in close communion, as patriots of the revolution. This
essential difference, however, obtained between them. Pintard was a
federalist; Freneau an antifederalist. Old Rivington had often a hard time
with them. The sordid tory could neither endure the conservative
republican principles of Pintard, nor the relentless bitterness of the
sarcasm of Freneau. I shall only add that he was a student of many books,
and an observer of men in every walk of life. He was of grave thought, yet
often facetious in conversation. During forty years of medical practice, I
have rarely fell in with one richer in table-talk, or better supplied with
topics in life and letters. In his death, he manifested the strength of
his religious faith, and resigned his spirit with a benignant composure.
But I am forbidden to enlarge on the many excellences and services of the
public-spirited John Pintard.

Were we to dwell upon the excellence of a gazette according to its merits,
I should have much to say of the _Morning Chronicle_, a paper established
in this city in the year 1802. The leading editor was Dr. Peter Irving, a
gentleman of refined address, scholastic attainments, and elegant
erudition. It exhibited great power in its editorial capacity, and was the
vehicle of much literary matter from the abundance and ability of its
correspondence. If I do not greatly err, in this paper Washington Irvi