The Woodville Republican., 1852-06-08


truth as to which OF the two has paid a
stnctsr obedieuce to, aud carried out more
fully the spirit OF the " Higher Law" The
Northern coniederScy cut off. al once, from
the influence of thar great conserv alive eli.
emeht OF American greatness, wAich is even
now feeding Higher Law paupersm put.
tiuy bread into lhe mouths OF Britain fam,
lshIng millions, and throwing new life and
! vlgor into the torpid auera system OF Eu.
rUnesn progress, wall present an huge 10.
itica. snonay, unheard OF, undreamed oi.
uhrecorded h the Whole past history of
governmental science, and which, AXE al
DEPARTURES from general laws, laust make
rls Dtd IN utter annhuaurn Beho d theu
the destiny OF Republic, founded upon.
the mad, dIsorganlzIng spirit OF Piebelon
SeTlIIude
Ihe North, IN that sad event (fo: herl
viii nave but one alternative upon which
to ac, either OF masking virtue of necessi.
ty IN coerclng into bondage her beloved
redundant black population" or, erect
despoIic government upon the consecrated
soil, hailowed by the tread OF the great
sLavehoder-George Washington.
Let us now steal one hurried glance at
the leading nations OF modern Europe, aud
feeling their pulses, endeayor to prescribe
TO the venom OF ther individual maIadies, :
France, unhappy France, tossing to and fro
upon her funeral couch in all the ex.
q0lslte agony OF the miIdest spasmodic
throes and mad tortures of her raging de-
lIrum. cries loudly Onto, Liberty Echo
returns-Oppression o, Freedom Echo,
Bondage. . Vive .e EgaIite! Echo, Vive
Napoleon. What Is to be the antidote in
this almost hopeless case! A Napoleon q
at the head OF five hundred thousand cho.
sen Frenchmen, brandshing the flaming
torch OF war, and unset ling the founda-
tons of continental Europe. The very
thing If 1t could only last, and finally settle
down into the natural order of society
NO, France wants none oil your Napoleon's,
none OF your Prince Presidents--none of
your Utoplan reveries--none Of your tran.
scendental distractions but she wants a
good old king Louis, with return of his
glorious JeH9aI Institutions, aud master
who can justly say--"I am France"
What gave rise TO the brilliant age Of ehivs
airy? What elevated woman from the
condition Of slave. and assigned her the
command OF grand column in the on
ward march Of civilization! What direc-
ted the spirit OF the age to 20 and humble
itself at the tombs of the Capuchin iriars
That spirit OF valor, zeal and inquiry which
! sprung up from the ennobing Influences Of
an enlightened feuclat vaSsaLage. soleued
by the mild genius OF christianity.
ngland-beautiful and selfconceited
| England 80 what does she want q, moth
, ing, nothing; she Is already he very pluk
ot periection--the grand beauty spot OF
Gods moral creation Yet it occurs 20
US she has Que very urgent wau' want
which. IN consequence OF It's magnitude,
can only be suppued by the genius Of
welI-seasoncd AngI, Amenc,n rattan and
that too, to be vigorously applied by he
stalwart sinews Of dear Bother jonathan
No, England has nothing now to d. with
the institution oI slavery She has al O--
ished it al bone, because she couldn't af-
ford 1t at the awi1 sacrifice OF iu.ly Two
thirds OF her population, aud has declared
her coionists lreemeen, ccause she has
found new aud soptistical designation 10
the term slavery. England vile hypocrite
thou art Thy national debt is the right
eous ludgement--the fatal nightmare which
Heaven has sem to disquiet the dark splnt
sIumbers OF thy ambitions day dreams
Look, we entreat you. to your own peri III
ing aud down lrodden millions, aud re-
proach us not with the eLthet Of ''outer
Barbarians "-enemies TO God and man--so
long as you are wrthng under tn reaIza
ton OF that awful truth which declares
that :" all who take the sword must perish
by the sword A century viii scare sui
| hce TO show to the gaze OF enlightened
chrlstendom those dark enormilles winch
! y "a are. even now, attempting to conceal
under he shining skirts OF pin an hropy
lt.iy-devoted, yet down.troddeu Italy
thou Z orlous birth pace OF Freedoms sec.
ond chIid thou and of beautiful shadows
and thoughts eternai as thy Tibers cease
iess flow " hat were the happlest boon
modern progress or Gods delegated will
could grant thee? She wants but the shade
Of her immortal Rienzi to leap from its quiet
dust slumber, and kinde its spirit fires in
the listless soul Of that fond and easy old
gentleman who thunders in ink-bottles from
hls sanctum in the Vatican. She wants
a war OF opinion--a crusade against time
houored abuses--a heshing OF her rusty
swords, and then return TO the haIIowpd
institution OF her PALMER years that pro.
gresslve feature OF her once high civIliza-
tIon--social slavery. Her lnxurlant vine
yards and prolific olive groves could not,
indeed, keep poor Cuf1ee out of mischief,
80 she must have Cufee's substitute, or be
gathered with the fallen.
i Alas! ltaly's lamp is nigh burnt out
her night time is come, and she is about seat.
ing her. low in the dust. Weep, oh. daugh-
ter Of Babylon. How art thou fallen J.