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A locomotive Bursted Ur.

--George Francis Train is not only a whole Irais himself, but he is a locomotive to boot. He builds city railroads in England, corresponds with the New York Times, and makes dinner speeches upon matters and things in general, especially city railroads. Of late, however, he seems to leave gotten somewhat off the track, and runs ‘" the machine"’ plump into Buckingham Palace, making a general smash as he goes. He gave the first symptoms of running off at a dinner lately given by the great iron and chain manufacturer, Mr. Wood, of Birkenhead, at the Westminster Palace Hotel, present, Mr. Morte, American Consul at Liverpool, Mr. Bell, builder of the Warrior; Mr. Gladstone, and a gentleman of Georgia, who had left his country on account of his Union sentiments, and who seems to be so much ashamed of his position that he does not allow his name to be published. He announced in the beginning that the train was off the track, having left the railroad for the purpose of making an excursion through England and America generally, and not exactly foreseeing where it would pull up.--We are delighted with the results of this voyage. They open our eyes to a state of feeling in England, with regard to our own cause, which we had not ventured to anticipate even in our hopes. Train has discovered that all England is against the Yankees, and test all England is in favor of the South. He denies that there is any neutrality in England. They are all on one side, people, Parliament, and press — Queen, Lords, and Commons — all the estates of the realm, are combined against the universal Yankee nation, and Abraham I, king of all the Yankees, This, Train cannot abide. He gnashes his teeth in rage, when he hears members of Parliament expressing their sorrow at the disruption of the Union, and compares it to a man's ordering a splendid funeral for his friend, when that friend is not dead; but only a little sick. Such is the condition of the Union now — so Tram says; and it will soon be on its feet again. He tells how this miracle is to be accomplished. Listen!

‘"Our thirty million loan, so readily taken by our people, is nothing to what we can do; England spends that sum every year on army and navy. The days of Perry and Decatur and P. M Jones are to be revived. The fleets are off — a new set of tactics — take Hatteras. Send back the North Carolina troops! telegraphs the Governor. Take Savannah! Send back the Georgia regiments! telegraphs the General in command to Beauregard — take New Orleans!--send back the Louisiana contingent, and shortly Beauregard is left nigh and day without an army, having reduced Virginia to a desert like a vineyard destroyed by locusts. Where is Beauregard?--alone, uncared or, forgotten. Where is Davis?--Ill in mind, ill in body, the shattered frame battling with the diseased Orian and the seared conscience. The North flourishes amid the clash of arms — stocks rising, Belton increasing, ships launching, factories building, corn shipping, while the South is paralyzed, and England and the world wondering where it is all to end? Why do consols droop day after day unless there is some terrible secret in Downing street? Why does France borrow two millions on the Bank of England unless France is about to lead an army somewhere? Verily, the times are clanging; and it may told out that America is not only the richest country but possesses one-half the common sense, three-fourths the enterprise, and seven-eighths the beauty of the world. [Laughter, and loud applause,"]’

Now, we had supposed that, if Train was anything, he was an original. But here we find him stealing the ideas of another great military character, who, like the Yankees that took Hatteras, inaugurated, or wished to inaugurate, a ‘"new system of tactics,"’ and was only a little less boastful than the Yankees themselves, with very little more reason than the Yankees can show. Of course, we allude to Captain Bobadie, the renowned warrior, who proposed a plan for defeating with his single arm, a whole army of Frenchmen, infantry, artillery, and cavalry, and did not do it, only because he did not try. Stolen as the plan of campaign is, however, it is very ingenious, and we dare say is as likely to succeed as any McClellan can devise. If Beauregard should obstinately persist in keeping his position, with his full complement of men — and it is hardly to be presumed that he will he so far forgetful of his hereditary politeness — Train has still a last resource. He may punish him as Dogberry proposed to punish the night reveller who might refuse to keep quiet at the bidding of the watch, by telling him that ‘"he is not the man he took him for."’

This is not the only instance in which Train seems to have followed his original. He does not confine himself to suggestions of plans for demolishing Beauregard. He swaggers in a style which, though quite peculiar to himself, and his prototype yet proves his relationship to the ‘"Bull Trotting"’ Yankees. To prove this, we insert the subjoined paragraph, calling particular attention to the Georgia gentleman, whose name is not to be whispered in the South, but who goes to England to fell a dinner party in London that there are thousands of traitors in his State besides himself:

‘ "No man dared to speak out until the Russian Ambassador arrived. I endorse every word of Cassins M. Clay, and wish all our representatives were equally national. I say I welcome our new Consul, and give him a cordial shake of the hand over his brave, bold word for the land I love; and you, too, my eloquent friend from Georgia--whose name shall not go into the papers, for I would not have your children who remain in the State suffer for your love of the Union--you, too, we welcome for your honest defence of the nation. You have astonished many present by your graphic description of affairs in the South. I knew it must be so-- I knew that the Southern country was full of Union men, who will spring around the flag the moment our forces land in Savannah. [Yes, and cheers] Secession in your part of the country is fashionable; no wonder the fair Southern ladies are enraged, for all their crinoline was used up-long ago, and they do not make it in the South. [Laughter.] How can they be out of fashion? They believed that Mrs. Davis would hold levees in Washington; they believed that Mr. Walker would raise the traitor's flag on the Capitol; but when the truth breaks upon them what a sensation of shame awaits them; for it must be a terrible thing to realize that they have been the wives and daughters and sisters who have made red so many battle-fields. It looks to me, I am sorry to say, as though the rebellion was nearly dead — the war nearly over. [Oh.] I want it to last another year, [Oh, and no.] I want Europe and England to know us better, and another year's war will best explain our strength. I have a policy of my own. Away with free trade these distracted days. Let England have her own laws, and let America have hers. You may not agree with me — few people do--[laughter]--but nevertheless I have opinions, and will express them, even if the distinguished Arch-Angel who got put out of court on a memorable occasion had his carriage at the door. [Cheers and loud laughter.] here is my platform: Take Japan and China for a model; that is, live a few years by ourselves--[cheers]--clap an export duty on our cotton and our tobacco, and double the Morrill tariff, [Oh, and no, no,] Destroy the port of Charleston — make a Sebastopol of its forts and block up its channels, and give Beaufort or Savannah all its commerce. Partition the State and ink-blot her name out of the map. [Hear.] Build the Pacific Railroad and establish a line of swift steamers between San Francisco and China. Make New York the stock market of the world.--Establish military schools; have a decent army — it looks respectable when you want a review. [Laughter,] Augment the navy and give Spain a hammering for her impudence in landing in St. Domingo. [Hear.] Wait until she gets into Mexico, under the guarantee of France and England, and get the military roads built, than 1st the Northern and Southern army close up and take Cuba as a dependency, and carry out the Monroe doctrine. [Hear, hear] We want more room [Laughter.] We are getting cramped and crowded and we must have an outlet for the rush of emigrants that will pour into the country when we declare peace. Put a dis duty on, shutting out English goods, if England continues to with the "

’ Like a genuine Yankee slave, Train is for at the bidding of Lincoln.

‘"The civil power is nothing when a country is to be saved. Give us martial law, overboard with Aches cerpus acts, and command obedience with the sword and the gallows. Yes, gentlemen, to put down treason I would put on the thumbscrew. Out with the guillotine — raise the inquisition, and enforce the law at whatever cost of money o men.--Break up the printing press--shut the mouth that dares to breathe against the ‘"Army of the Constitution."’ Who thinks of saving brush and comb, nge and towel, when the house is in firmes? Who store for overcoat and carpet-bag when the ship is in the breakers? Who thinks of wearing white kids when shells are exploding in the drawing-room? Let the Administration save the nation, and overlook any little thing that may have been omitted. [Hear, hear.]"’

And this is the sentiment of a man who represents the Yankee nation at a great dinner in London, and yet this Yankee nation pretends to be a free nation. There can be no doubt that if the South could be conquered by boasting, the Yankees would soon conquer us, and Train would be a great General at their head. Even Bull Run has not been able to close their mouths, which after that disgraceful affair ought never to have been opened for that purpose again. The English sympathizers to whom Train addressed his discourse, must have strong stomachs. We once heard a gentleman who was descanting upon the passion for betting prevalent among the lower orders in England — prevalent, indeed, among the whole Anglo-Saxon race — say that he saw in the London Times, about forty years ago, the advertisement of a man who offered to lay a wager that he could eat a turkey buzzard friend in train oil. Of course this was a mere banter — probably a burlesque upon some of the numerous wagers advertised in that paper. Yet we really think the digestive powers of any audience which could swallow such stuff as we have recorded above, would prove quite equal to such a feat, especially if there be any analogy between a man's appetite and his brains.

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