We learn by a friend, that our friend "W. G. C." has relinquished that "ephemeral" of this city, The Port Folio. We congratulate ourselves, the public, and Mr. Willis Clark on this event. Knowing the integrity and private character of the ostensible publisher of the Port Folio so intimately as we do, it was to us a matter of regret that a young writer of great promise and handsome talents should waste those talents and link his fame to that of an individual for whose moral character we entertain such absolute contempt. This union was only to be accounted for from W. G. C. being an entire stranger in this city, and essentially so to the individual with whom he associated himself. Truly may he now exclaim — "I was a stranger and he took me in!"
In this country, when genius, integrity of heart, and moral worth are combined, and are once brought before the public, they seldom fail to receive their just award, and the individual who possesses them, his proper station in society. Mr. Willis Clark but a month since came to this city an entire stranger. He has already gained numerous friends and associates by his private worth as well as by his merits as a writer. The Port Folio, through his influence and that of his editorial and literary friends was fast acquiring a respectable stand as a literary periodical. Standing alone on the merits of its ostensible publisher, we should not be surprised to find it soon sink to that unenviable oblivion which sooner or later swallows up the offspring of ignorance and presumption.
We make these remarks in justice to a young gentleman, who, while in his most ardent years, and at the commencement of his career in life, has been deceived, as we have reason to believe, by promises, which have been unrealized. We presume he is averse to this disclosure, but he will pardon us for so doing. Justice to, and respect for, him, has alone induced us to make it: although he may perhaps choose to receive wrongs secretly rather than force them on the public.