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e ports of the Cotton States--and that when those ports had once been opened, the supply of cotton would be at plentiful as laever had been at any previous period Seward, but a short time ago, made a speech to the assembled ministers of the European States, in which he made the same averment, and no doubt, Adama acted under his in has innumerable friends, even in South Carolina and that they only want the presence of a Yankee army to avow themselves openly — From these, probably, Adams and Seward expect to derive cotton enough to supply the demand in England. Had they not some such expectation, we see not how they could expect to realise their promise by his liberty, and lost his soul, consigned to the flames upon his approach. Nor will England find herself a large gainer, by trusting to the delusive promises of Seward and Adams.--The material which forms the very staple of her existence, is about to be removed beyond her reach, and perhaps it is already too late to arrest its p
e is the old jail, a small building made of heavy oak timber, still well preserved, with one window and a strong double-door. The original bolts and hinges and grating across the single window still remain as evidences of its an iquity. Near by this is a brick mansion now used as a hospital. It is owned by a man from New Jersey who has been some seventeen years in Virginia, an ignorant and not very brilliant individual, who spends his time in general loafing and in swearing at Lincoln and Seward. Hearing me making inquiries about the town he came forward and offered his service. Taking us around the house he pointed to a base-stone supporting one of the pillars of the porch-- "There's a curiousity," said he, "come from the theatre." It was a square block of granite, upon which was the following inscription: "WAITEFECIT1755." "There's the name of the man who built the theatre," said our intelligent Cicerone; "Waite Fecit." We laughed. "I knew a family