The Sun.
London, England, 1864-02-18 00:00:00

lean the plump, aud.vice versa. He then goes on to
prove, with an unction which'might almost make one
suspect him of being a mauvais farceur, why it is
that the American white race must intermingle with
the American black race, or die out. The white
people, he says, "are perishing for want of flesh and
blood. They have bone and sinews, but hey are dry
and shrivelled for lack of the healthful juices of life.
The cheeks are shrunken, the lips are thin and
bloodless, the under jaw narrow and retreating, the
teeth decayed and painful, the nose sharp and cold,
the eyes small and watery, the complexion of a blue
and yellow hue, the bead and shoulders bent for-
ward, the hair dry and straggling." This is his pic-
ture of the men; that of the women is scarcely
more flattering. " The waists of the women are
thin and pinched, telling of sterility and con-
sumption ; the general appearance gaunt and
cadaverous from head to foot. Yon see them,"
he adds, " with eye-glasses and spectacles, false
teeth, artificial colour in the face, artificial plump-
ness to the form ;" while the social intercourse of the
sexes he describes as being " formal, ascetic, and mi.
emotional," " How different," he says, "is an
assemblage of negroes ! Every cheek is plump, the
teeth are whiter than ivory, there are no bald heads,
the eyes are large and bright, every face wears a
smile, every form is stalwart." In short, he says
that American white men need contact with healthy,
loving, warm-blooded natures to fill up the lean in-
terstices of their anatomy, and that such natures are
only to be found among Degreases. It is possible,
and highly probable, that the author himself is one
of the lean, gaunt, bloodless Yankees whom he so
eloquently describes, and that, failing to find a wife
to his mind among the strong-minded ladies of whom
Miss Anna Dickinson and Mrs. Beecher Stowe are
the types, he longs for a more congenial partner
from the Southern plantations. " What," he in-
quires, " does the Anglo-Saxon (American) look
for in a lovely woman ? Her cheeks must be rounded
and have a tint of the sun, herlips must be pouting,
her teeth white and regular, her eyes large and
bright, her hair must curl about her head and de-
scend in crinkling waves; she must be merry, gay,
full of poetry and sentiment, fond of song, childlike
and artless." "The most beautiful girl I ever saw,"
he adds," was a mulatto. She was a ripe and com-
plete woman. Her complexion was warm, and dark,
and golden with the heat of tropical sans ; her lips
full and luscious, her cheeks perfectly moulded, her
hair curling and black as the raven's wing."
It is just possible that this lean Yankee—if he be
one, and have the means to maintain a wife—might
find a suitable one among the Caucasian race in
Europe, if he were to try, especially in England and
Scotland, without resorting to Degreases or mulatto
girls; but there is no accounting either for the
vitiated taste of sane men or the vagaries of mad
philosophers. But not for his own individual plea-
sure does the American Clootz urge his plea of more
than brotherhood with the people he loves. It is
for his country, it is for the cause of progress, it is
for the world, it is for Christianity, that he pleads
for amalgamation with a race which, with his purely
(or impurely) animal instincts, he believes in all
physical attributes to be so superior to his own.
" Oar prejudices," he says, " are dying out and
Nature is asserting the unity of all men. The negro
declares that he loves the white man, and the pro-
gressive party of the North asserts the rights of the
negro. The loaders of progress, among whom we
quote Wendell Phillips and Theodore Tilton,
urge miscenganetic reform (amalgamation of the
races). The American people are ripe to receive
the truth. The Southern people feel the mag-
netism of association with a tropical race. Tne
mothers and daughters of the slave-holding aris-
tocracy are thrilled with a strange delight by
daily contact with their dusky male servitors.
. . . Through the fiery gate of war they (the
Americans both of the North end South) are
being led to .deliverance from old prides and pre-
judices; and, indeed, the instinct of the white
man has responded to the call of the negro for fra-
ternity. There were wants in his nature which only
the negro could fill. There were defects in his phy-
sical organisation that only the negro (i e., the ne-
gress) could supply. It is a mean pride, unworthy
of a Christian or enlightened community, that should
lead any to deny this. The success of the anti-sla-
very party has proved it, so that denial of the prin-
ciple is denial of facts universally known. They
have touched a chord that has vibrated with a sweet,
strange, and marvellous music, awakening slum-
bering
instincts in the heart of the nation and the
world." The author's politica aro as decidedly black
as his heart's affections. It will be a sad misfor-
tune," he says, "it this war should end without a
black general in command of a white or mixed body
of troops. We want an American Toussaint L'Ou-
verture to give the black his proper position on this
continent, and the day is coming ! People say the
rebellion is at an end ; but that is not true. The
South will fight to the last ; but it is in the eternal
fitness of things that they should finally be subdued
by the black soldier." After that the lands of the
South must be divided among the negroes, who are
its only loyal population,"
Were the ideab of this fanatic confined to himself
they might excite laughter, disgust, or contempt;
but when expressed in modester and more guarded
language by Mr. Phillips or Mr. Tilton they elicit the
approval of crowded audiences of educated Ameri-
cans, of whom a large preponderance are white
women. The madness of the hour in this distracted
country receives a new but unfragrant illustration.
If this be done in the green leaf, what shall be done
in the dry ? And through what new phases of insa-
nity must the Americans pass before the strong con-
queror, booted and spurred, with a sharp double-
edged sword in his iron grip, shall come at the call
of the timid majority to rescue them from the
shameless fanatics and the cruel bigots who would
drive them to destruction?-