Party and the Southern cause.
If we thought that the questions now agitating the country were but a continuation of the old contest between political parties, we would kick the subject from our contemplation with an intensity of disgust that we have no words to express.
Politicians in all their Protean forms, and polities in all its slimy and bottomless depths of malice, hatred, uncharitableness and total depravity, are the most loathsome and nauseating object in all the moral universe.
To come down from the Alpine heights
of independent thought and a clear conscience, and dabble in the Pontine marshes of party, is a debasement and humiliation to which no man who has once inhaled the bracing airs of intellectual freedom, will ever submit.
We know no party in the present issue but the South, and no enemy but that sectional enemy of the South
which struck from its platform the word National, and inscribed upon its banners an "Irrepressible Conflict" with Southern Honor, Property and Peace.
Upon such a question as this, there are, there ought to be no Whigs, no Democrats.--Ardent supporters of Bell
, of Douglass
, and of Breckinridge
, are found battling side by side under the Southern banner.
Let those who dream that it is merely a political party which is now arrayed in behalf of Southern Independence, explain to us why that large portion of the community, which never takes part in politics, and which is composed of the best educated and the most virtuous members of society, we mean the Clergy and the Ladies
, are found almost unanimous in behalf of Union with the South
, instead of Union with the North
, and are its warmest and most energetic advocates.--Every one in the slaveholding portion of the South
can test this matter for himself, and ask why it is that the religious and exemplary classes, the Ministers
of God, and the mothers and sisters who seek no other influence upon society than to make it better and happier, should be found, with few exceptions, eloquent and anxious advocates of the Southern
cause?--It is because that cause is the cause of our altars, of our homes and hearths, of all that makes life honorable, noble and worth having.
The instincts of woman lead her to detect the slightest taint in the moral atmosphere, and when she pronely withdraws from such a companionship as that which Black Republicanism proposes, when the voices of the ministers of God are heard exclaiming, from ten thousand altars--‘"Come out of her, my people,"’ nothing but the most stolid and hopeless partyism can see in all that the influence of party.
Let us invoke the people, no matter what their former political classifications, to trample party in the dust, and rise as one man in vindication of their race, their institutions, their peace, their honor, their existence.