of their paper in its intrinsic worthless form.  It is a fallacious pretence, for another reason.  The inhabitants of the banking cities might obtain cash for their paper, as far as the cash of the vaults would hold out; but distance puts it out of the power of the country to do this.  A farmer having a note of a Boston or Charleston bank, distant hundreds of miles, has no means of calling for the cash.  And while these calls are impracticable for the country, the banks have no fear of their being made from the towns; because their inhabitants are mostly on their books, and there on sufferance only and during good behavior.

In this state of things, we are called on to add ninety millions more to the circulation.  Proceeding in this career, it is infallible, that we must end where the revolutionary paper ended.  Two hundred millions was the whole amount of all the emissions of the old Congress, at which point their bills ceased to circulate.  We are now at that sum; but with treble the population, and of course a longer tether.  Our depreciation is, as yet, but at about two for one.  Owing to the support its credit receives from the small reservoirs of specie in the vaults of the banks, it is impossible to say at what point their notes will stop.  Nothing is necessary to effect it but a general alarm; and that may take place whenever the public shall begin to reflect on, and perceive, the impossibility that the banks should repay this sum.  At present, caution is inspired no farther than to keep prudent men from selling property on long payments.  Let us suppose the panic to arise at three hundred millions, a point to which every session of the legislatures hastens us by long strides.  Nobody dreams that they would have three hundred millions of specie to satisfy the holders of their notes.  Were they even to stop now, no one supposes they have two hundred millions in cash, or even the sixty-six and two-thirds millions, to which amount alone the law obliges them to repay.  One hundred and thirty-three and one-third millions of loss, then, is thrown on the public by law; and as to the sixty-six and two-thirds, which they are legally bound to pay, and ought to have in their vaults, every one knows there is no such amount of cash in the United States, and what would be the course with what they really have there?  Their notes are refused.  Cash is called for.  The inhabitants of the banking towns will get what is in the vaults, until a few banks declare their insolvency; when, the general crush becoming evident, the others will withdraw even the cash they have, declare their bankruptcy at once, and leave an empty house and empty coffers for the holders of their notes.  In this scramble of creditors, the country gets nothing, the towns but little.  What are they to do?  Bring suits?  A million of creditors bring a million of suits against John Nokes and Robert Styles, wheresoever to be found?  All nonsense.  The loss is total.  And a sum is thus swindled from our citizens, of seven