Mr. William Walker, the grey-eyed man of destiny, is so absurd a personage, that but little space in the newspapers ought to be given to him or his plans. Were it not that his antics compromise the reputation of our government as a treaty-observing power, and were it impossible for him to be the means of [imbroiling?] the country in a foreign war, he might be dismissed with only a word of contempt. But, unfortunately, such is his hold upon the ruffian class who have adopted filibustering as the first article of their creed, and upon the [rampant?] nigger-driving politicians of the South, that his importance cannot be thrust out of sight. Fortunately for him, and for the preservation of our peaceful foreign relations, his latest attempt to organize, and set forth with a hostile expedition, has proved a more disgraceful failure than anything which he has attempted. For this we owe no thanks to the exercise of the Federal office holders in the South, who seem to be his principal abettors. The failure is due to the folly and incompetence of those by whom the piratical cruise was conceived. What they may do next, no man of honesty can conceive; but it now seems to be certain that they will drink more whisky and – do nothing!