rple and fine linen!
No more leathern conveniences!
We may, indeed, fancy that ours will be the privilege, pitiable at the best, of going shirtless if we please, buttoning our coats to the chin, after a shabby genteel fashion.
Not a bit of it. The eve of the Destroying Angel will pierce through broadcloth, and discover our deficiency in Cotton Shirts.
The deduction of the Eternity of Slavery from the Necessity of Shirts is not a pleasant one, but we must take it as it comes.
Once, in England, they used to put the case a little differently.
There it was said that Man could not live by Bread alone, but must have Rum with Sugar in it. Then the formula ran-No Slaves, No Rum and Sugar.
D — it, said honest John Bull, in that case, I will fall back upon my Beer and Brandy.
This was easy to say, but when it comes to going without a Shirt, John recalcitrates.
But, then, if Slavery cannot continue, is doomed and justly doomed by God and Man to extinction, what follows?
Why, that w