Raving over dissolution.
It never seems to have entered into the minds of the Northern
people that the late ‘"glorious Union"’ can ever be dissolved.
They insist upon it that it still lives; they seize its corpse, those bereaved mourners, and punch and kick it, to prove that it can never be destroyed; they deface and disfigure it to improve its beauty, and run bayonets through its heart to increase its energies and perpetuate its vitality.
It is evident that they are run, or they could never expect to restore the ‘"loved and lost"’ by such unseemly appliances.
It is impossible to behold the emotions of these hapless lunatics over their defunct Union without amusement.
Why does not the world take them and put them in a straight-jacket? --They may do themselves some harm.
We find it impossible to sympathize with their woe, excessive as it is. Never had a people better cause to be inconsolable.
When Shylock lost his diamonds and his daughter, well might he rave and glut over the promised pound of flesh.
And what mountains of diamonds has Jona
than lost in this incredible ‘"dissolution," ’ and what a troop of daughters, fairer and more heroic than Jessica.
Never did people have such picking and plucking as Jonathan of the South
, and never was people so reconciled as the South
to being picked and plucked.
The pleasure, in her case, seemed quite ‘"as great in being cheated as to cheat."’ It appeared to afford her a positive luxury to have Jonathan clothe and supply her, and run his arms to the elbows in her capacious pockets.
With ten thousand Puritan
leeches hanging on to her plethoric veins, she yielded herself to the most delightful slumber and repose, so that when the leeches had to be removed, she seemed almost as melancholy as those amiable blood suckers themselves at the dissolution of the ‘"glorious Union."’
What an inexhaustible mine has gone forever!
No wonder the North
refuses to believe it treason.
No wonder it frantically raises a million of men to restore the Union
sentiment of the South
by slaughtering all its inhabitants.
It is a fine lunatic conceit to bring back a man to life, who is supposed to have only fainted, by blowing his brains out. That extraordinary method of preventing dissolution is worthy the howling madmen, possessed with a whole legion of devils, whose hands are dripping with the blood of our people but whom, with the aid of Heaven, we shall soon whip back to their dens of cruelty and crime.