far less sentiment and polish than even our rice negroes.
Some five millions of them have been precipitated upon the North in these last twenty years, and have been made, by Sewards, Greeleys, Beechers, &c., &c., to suck in the hydrogen gas of madness under the name of liberty.
Thus their votes have been secured for their infamous Republican party.
But Seward and Greeley split.
Seward wished to keep them in order, Greeley (insane himself) turned them loose on Seward, made them put Soulouque Lincoln on the throne, and compelled Seward to act as his Prince of Marmalade.
Now, what next?
The wind bloweth where it listeth.
But there is a God over all. And, certainly, He has thus far been with us.
The wealth of the North, great nominally, is on the surface of the earth.
Cities, machineshops, railroads, ships, stocks, &c., &c. It has no vitality — no power of production, but what labor gives it. But there, as everywhere, all seek to avoid the sweat of the brow, and prefer to labo