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Fault-finding. --It is an easy matter to find fault. It is only necessary to be self-conceited, querulous and dyspeptic. Any man with these qualifications can criticize Homer, Shakespeare or Napoleon. There is no work of man's hands, no statue or painting, no oratorical achievement, in fine, nothing human, which is perfect. In every thing earthly may be found a flaw, and it is the instinct of fault-finders to alight upon that flow, and direct the attention of others to it. Their use in this world is to disenchant the mind of man of its proneness to idolatry, and its tendency to look for that perfection here which cannot be found short of Heaven. Nothing, in the economy of Nature or Providence, exists in vain. Thus, buzzards and fault finders all have their uses. It is chiefly in seasons of prosperity that a fault-finding disposition finds full scope for it energies. In times of great misfortune and real peril, men are less disposed to grumble than in the sunshine of
s of Amerila the first year. A. B. Moore. By the Governor, P. H. Britton, Secretary of State. Presentation of a flag — interesting correspondence. One of the pleasantest episodes of the war is embraced in the accompanying correspondence between Miss Constance Cary, an exile from Alexandria, and Gen. Van Dorn, Miss Cary is a young lady whose personal charms are eclipsed by her own intellectual brilliancy alone--one of those rare creatures whom Titian loved to paint, Shakespeare to personity. We find the correspondence in the army of the Potomac letter to the New Orleans Delta: Culpeper, C. H., Nov. 10, 1861. Will Gen. Van Dorn honor me by accepting a flag which I have taken great pleasure in making, and now send forth, with an earnest prayer that the work of my hands may take its place near him as he goes out to a glorious struggle, and, God Willing, may one day Wave over the recaptured batteries of my illated home — the down-trodden Alexandria?
eecher may go over and discourse after the highly original style of Everett, Adams, and all after dinner orators of the two countries, about the land of Alfred, Shakespeare, Milton, & &c., being our own, and proceed to annex the whole literature and laws of Great Britain to Yankeedondledom but John Bull has an excellent memory, and whilst he politely cries hear, inwardly wonders what these fine fellows thought of the land of Alfred, Shakespeare. Milton, &c., when, having abandoned it to make money in America, they severed all connexion with it as soon as called upon to put their hands in their pockets to show practically how much they loved the land of Alfred, Shakespeare, Milton, &c., and the land from which every free principle and free institution they possess were derived. Moreover, Bull some what refined in his tastes, and disposed to be select not to say exclusive, in his associations. Hence, of the two nations, Jonathan and Dixie, which both claim a share in his lineage and
Army of the Potomac. [our own correspondent.] Manassas, Dec. 17th, 1861. Those who love to read Shakespeare, will remember in "King Henry V." the grand expedition into France, and the plans formed by Bardolph, Nym, and Pistol, to better their condition. Each had his hopes and wishes and saw before him the ambition of a lifetime almost as surely realized as if France were indeed partitioned between the three.--But ancient Pistol exceeded them all in those qualities which indicate the shrewd man of business, for he chose the position, which in all ages has been more profitable than any other, that of sutler to the army. He saw in the future all his own wants supplied, and so much did the prospect soften his heart, that he began to look out for the fortune of his friends. "Ah!" says he to corporal Nym, "A noble shalt thou be," and then after promising him a bountiful supply of worldly goods, plenty to eat, and wine from his own cellar, he continues: "For I shall sutler be u
A back out.-- "All hell shall gape for this."--Shakespeare. Among the many striking portraits which the great dramatist has drawn, there is none truer to nature than that of Ancient Pistol. His swagger, his bluster, his bold front, his cowardly heart, his rant, his fustian, his strange oaths, have in them something inimitably ludicrous. His braggadocio and big talk impose for some time even on the men of such an army as that which Henry V. led into France, and which won for him the ever-memorable field of Agincourt. At last, grown bold by long impunity, he ventures too far, and his exposure is complete. A Welsh gentleman of dauntless courage, but odd demeanor, becomes the subject of his insolence. He laughs at his broken English and derides his nation. The national plant — the leek — becomes the subject of his scurrilous impertinence. He finds that he has — to use an American phrase--"waked up the wrong passenger." The gentleman is a man who does not understand jesti<
ith the assistance of sticks to hold it together. The encampment of each regiment presents the appearance of a smart little village of the backwoods. 'Twould make you feel as if our young men of the South were not forgetting the exercise and culture of their intellect if you could pass by their huts after supper every night, take a peep in there, and see how intently many of them are engaged in the perusal of some useful book. This not uncommon to see them sporing over the pages of Shakespeare. Byron, Mrs. Hemans, Longfellow, and other literary works. I saw a soldier to-day very attentively reading Pope's Iliad, and another with a life of Napoleon, bearing it away to his quarters. I have been thinking that the friends of the volunteers could not furnish a more valuable contribution to them, just at this time, than a good assortment of books, and candles to read them by. These nights are entirely too long to sleep all the time. The Christmas is going off quietly. Some f
The Varieties. --During the past week this little box has been literally crammed, and, we are glad to say, with quiet and attentive audiences. The ladies, too, have taken it under their patronage, and nightly attend. The performances generally are highly creditable, and, in fact, such plays as The Mountaineers, Ingomar, and even Shakespeare's Merchant of Venice, have been rendered with considerable effect. To-night, Messenger's play of "A New Way to Pay Old Debts," Sir Giles Overreach, by Mr. Dalton, will be performed, with the laughable farce of Bamboozle. Miss Ella Wren is fast recovering from her protracted illness, and will make her re- appearance on Monday night next. Mr. Charles Morton will also re-appear. Several new actors are engaged.
e might have said the same of a painter, a sculptor, and a General. They must be born painters, sculptors, and Generals, for the simple reason that superiority in their several arts implies the possession of genius, and genius can be bestowed by the Almighty alone. Still cultivation of the particular talent each possesses improves the natural powers, and such cultivation is experience by another name. The first attempts of all great poets are comparatively feeble. The progress even of Shakespeare, in his art, can be easily detected. No man who had never heard of him, could expect Macbeth and Lear from the author of the two gentlemen of Verona. Who could guess, from reading the "Hours of Idleness," that the author would ever write "Childe Harold?"--The first attempts of Raphael are said to have been very crude performances, and Michael Angelo's memory would not have survived his own times, had he done nothing more than us attempted for the Medici, when his genius was first discov
Fortress Monroe correspondent of the New York Commercial Advertiser, who saw and conversed with our exchanged prisoners coming home, says they are "implacable" in their hatred of their "Northern brethren" If they are cuffed and abused in prison, they take it as if it was "just what they expected, " and if treated kindly, think it is a Yankee trick to cheat them out of their hatred. It says: I looked at the miserable scoundrel eyed, dingy skinned traitor and felt my grog rising, as Shakespeare has it. These men are brigands, all of them. The means comprehension among them understands exactly the nature of the business they are engaged in. They know they are in the wrong, and but one thing can make them even apparently right, and that is success. They are, therefore, as bitter and relentless as robbers and brigands always are. That for which men right the most earnestly, next to the absolute right, is the absolute wrong. This North Carolinian, wounded in six places, one shot
ander, and inflicted upon them a greater loss than their brethren had experienced at issue and Arbela when fighting against the whole power of Persia. After Leipzig, Napoleon probably thought that des vaincus were about as good as victors; and after Waterloo he must have assigned them superiority. But his change of opinion did not change that of the world, which given against the conquered, no matter what their vator and their virine, or how great had been their early successes. What Shakespeare truly says of the individual, is equally applicable to party, and nation, and race: "The painful warrior famously for fight, After a thousand victories once foll'd, Is from the book of honor rased quite, And all the rest forgot for which he toll'd." Marked men. In view of the recent order of President Davis, concerning the execution of officers of negro regiments, we copy the following list from the New York Tribune of the officers of the 1st South Carolina (negro) regiment,
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