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the banks, demanding the real reasons of their suspension of specie payments—and why they refuse to pay their five and ten dollar notes in change. One of the principal Banks connected with the State Government, the Mechanics of Albany, very generously offered to supply the members of the legislature with change, after their suspension. What is the reason that the makers of the legislature should not be entitled to the same attention? At the same time, the speculators and others are preparing a remonstrance on their part, demanding the reason that the banks do not double their issues. Between these two remonstrants, the banks will have enough to attend to. What will be the issue is somewhat difficult to say. # ANOTHER REVOLUTION. For about a fortnight past or rather three weeks, I have been a considerably smart locofoco. I have hit the banks right and left—cut up paper money into shreds and patches—and gone "the entire" for the metalic currency. I am now ripe for a change—and a change I shall have. Tomorrow I shall probably come out dead for irredeemable paper money, rag currency and all that sort of thing. Mr. Van Buren is preparing to recommend an issue of Treasury notes, and unless I keep close hauled to the wind, and be ready to put about ship, he will turn the corner and cut a clean somerset before I do. A locofoce for three weeks—monstrous! it appears like an age. I must have a change. But before I leave the rascals without breeches, let me bid them a good bye. Mr. Windt Fare thee well, and if for ever Still for ever fare thee well. Mr. Slam—" God bless you." Mr. Bang, "good bye." Mr. Ming "we shall meet at Philippi," and all ye locofocos "may you live a thousand years." I now go for paper money—tremendous issues—high prices—to the devil with specie—and all kinds of gaiety, splendor, beauty, extravagance, expense and speculation for six months to come. "A merry life and a short one." # LOAFER MEETING IN THE PARK. "Are you going to the meeting in the Park, Tom? said a loafer to one of his 'quaintances. "Why, what's to do?" replied Tom. "That's more than I know, but a meeting is to be held there, to take into consideration the best way of recovering our specie currency. You arn't got nothing special to attend to, have you?" "Not particularly so—let's go." In this way about four or five hundred persons collected together, and at a little after 4 o'clock, the meeting being organised, a person from Birmingham, England, harrangued the assembly, and in a few minutes did the business of every bank in the Union. Jack Cade and his Smithfield supporters never had better representatives, and the ecstacy displayed at an idea of the orator's, that "if the banks were destroyed, possibly some of them might get possession of some small change," was the best evidence of the purity of their intentions, and how sincerely they sympathised with the energy of the speaker. Much talk there was, but no cider, for that costs small change; and the meeting adjourned to meet again today at an early hour. A very fine display of angels yesterday afternoon, on the Battery. There was the tall, the graceful, the modest,—the beautiful—the airy—the gay—the solemn—the brilliant—the magnificent. Simple light chintz drapery are worn by the tastefuland classic—the most beautiful always taking a pretty little girl to accompany them. The weather was delicious—the air balmy—the trees fragrant—the air cool and clear—and the clouds of heaven bright and beautiful. Over the edge of an azure cloud, hanging over Governor's Island, there was a frolicksome spirit of heaven leaning—"I'll bet you," said he, to his assembled cherubs, "an apple from the Tree of Life, that the Battery of New York, in a display of angels, beats Paradise this afternoon." Some shook their ringlets of light, other their wings of azure—but no takers. # NEW BRIGHTON. This place will be opened soon, a city of palaces on paper and beautiful ruins in reality. New Brighton begins a season of enjoyment. We have no doubt it will be among the first places for a summer resort. Its picturesque ruins and mouldering temples—its half built palaces, and half dug streets, remind us of Jerusalem, Palmyra of the desert, or the celebrated Petra of the land of Edom. If any one wants to see a genuine specimen of the effects produced by the Kitchen Cabinet and the Regency on the currency, just let him take a trip to New Brighton. Streets, cottages, esplanades, hotels, castles, gardens, promenades, all—all in a state of ruin, desolation, beauty and laughable folly. Governor Marcy, go and take a look—it will only cost you half the price the people paid for patching your breeches. # THE BOWLING GREEN. The only places in the lower part of the city, whose rural, picturesque, and placid beauties still remain, in the midst of the mad mania of specu'ation and improvement, are the Bowling Green, and others in that neighborhood. Around the Bowling Green, many of the residences of which, are fashionable boarding houses, the quiet air of the old times still lingers—the trees—the shrubs—the green
