the Northern people have an enemy at their own doors who will do our work for us, if we are not insane enough to take their myrmidons off their hands. ‘The winter of their discontent’ is but beginning to dawn. They have a long, dark winter, of cold and hunger, impending over their heads; before it is over, they will have millions of operatives without work, and without bread.In all human probability, before another summer melts their ice-bound hills, blood — human blood — will have flowed in their streets. When cold and hunger begin their work, this deluded rabble will ask alms at the doors of the rich, with pike and firebrand in their hands. Our Northern enemies will then find that they have business enough to attend to at their own doors, without troubling themselves about keeping forts on Southern soil. ‘They have got the wolf by the ears,’ and they have a fair prospect of being bit, unless we are charitable enough to take the beast off their hands. If the North can furnish bread for its paupers for the next five months, well. If not, their rulers will answer for it in blood. It was simply the want of bread that brought Louis XVI. to the guillotine; and New York, as well as Paris, can furnish her Theroign de Maricourt, who may sing her carmagnole up Broadway with Seward's head upon a pike. Our Northern enemies are locked up with their million of operatives for the winter, and how they are to be kept quiet no man can tell.--Charleston Courier.
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