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The Washington correspondent (Dec. 18) of the New York Herald professes that the Federal President and his Premier are not at all troubled at the state of their relations with England, and adds: ‘ "The President is as full of mirth to-night as ever, and the Secretary of State puffs his Havens with the same gay and festive air as when he toured through the West." If this be true, what a brace of marble hearted ruffians they must be, even conceding that their cause is righteous and ours the reversal. A President and Premier who, with one half ‘ "the nation"’ at war with the other; the blood of the ‘"loyal"’ citizens flowing even mere freely than that of the ‘"rebel;"’ destitution pervading the manufacturing districts, and starvation impending; workshops and stores shut up; a general stagnation of commerce and the shadows of universal bankruptcy, throwing an ominous pall over the land; the walls of widows and orphans rising to heaven; a national debt of six hundred millions of dollars; and added to all this the probability existing at that time of another war, and a war with such a power as England, a President and Premier who, with their country in such circumstances, can be ‘"full of mirth as ever,"’ and ‘ "gay and festive,"’ have never had their parallel in history, save the tyrant who fiddled while Rome was burning, or the heathen monsters who offered their children upon the flames to Moloch, and drowned their cries with boisterous strains of music. Possibly, the Washington correspondent of the New York Herald thinks that he has complimented Lincoln and Seward in this pen and ink portrait. They may consider it a compli- ment, and they may accept it as such, but their worst enemies have never said anything of them which will so sink the two men in the estimation of all Christendom. It is all in keeping with Lincoln's original local that ‘"Nobody is hurt;"’ but there is no tyrant living, be he Turk or Christian, who would be ‘" full of mirth,"’ amid such scenes of bloodshed, death and sorrow as have come upon Lincoln's own country; no Prime Minister of any sovereign in any age who would not blush to be described as going forth amid afflictions which have darkened every hearthstone, and such public perplexities and calamities as might well melt the most callous heart, and draw tears from Heaven, ‘"puffing his Havana with a gay and festive air!"’ ’
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