937. A Federalist
Massachusetts Centinel, 20 September 1788

Mr. RUSSELL, The correspondent of the Chronicle appears to be much disturbed, that the Centinel should preserve its federal character so tenaciously as it seems you are determined it shall.

The game that is now playing by the antifederalists, is their last chance—Under the fallacious guise of being advocates for what they modestly stile “amendments” to the new Constitution, they mean to insinuate themselves into the federal Legislature, the more effectually to carry their party schemes of personal emolument and disunion into execution.—But the people have suffered too much by trusting in these guides, to confide in them any longer.

The Constitution, as it came from the venerable Continental Convention, approves itself to the unprejudiced understanding of every real friend to America.—Here they find a retreat for liberty, and justly consider it as “an ark of safety” to their independence and freedom.—But if it is yet uncertain what it shall eventually become, all their labour, and exertions to obtain its adoption—all their rejoicings, and glorious testimonials of satisfaction upon the happy event, are “as water spilled on the ground.”—They are at a fearful uncertainty what their future fate is to be—and this uncertainty is highly aggravated by the dangers that threaten the existence of the federal Union, should such men obtain appointments in the federal Legislature, as are strenuous for alterations—who are generally known to be either “SEEKERS,” or antifederalists at heart.

I trust, Mr. RUSSELL, that you will maintain your integrity, and not suffer either the fabrications of wit, or the baseless inuendoes of paragraphists, to influence you to exclude the spirited federal sentiments of your numerous correspondents, from the Centinel. Destitute of argument and sound reasoning, the antifederal scribblers have recourse to their usual expedients—and forsooth, because a printer thinks he has a right as a man, to entertain sentiments of his own, he must necessarily be the author of all he prints—this may take in gudgeons, but the discerning see that it is throwing dust in people’s eyes—has nothing to do with the merits of any cause, and is indicative of being reduced to very miserable shifts.