--This notorious political incendiary propose to go to
England, and the lighten the
English people will a course of lectures, on the merits of the controversy between the North and South.
We are not much concerned about the influence of
Beecher, or any other Yankee emissary, at this time, in
England.
That famous production of the Beecher family, "Uncle Tom," who played out long ago.
Mrs. Stowe was feasted and petted, and put money in her purse, not one dime of which has ever gone to the benefit of Uncle Tom or any of his posterity.
When the venerable authoress, not long ago, visited
England the second time, she received the cold shoulder.--The aristocracy no longer enraptured her heart by their for descending attentions, and she was not considered much of a lioness even at Exacter Hall.
When
Henry Ward Beecher arrives in
England, he must not expect to set the Thamos on fire.
That respectable river has long run among the of several men of compared with whom
H. W. Beecher is a glow worm to a comet, but has never been in a state of ignition.
As an abolitionist,
Beecher will be no novelty in
England; as a indifferent Unionism preacher, he will leave in "the once of the
English public" a certain odor skin to that of
the Rev. Mr. Stiggins, and as to his denunciatory, irreverent, not to say blackguard style of pulpit eloquence, he has no chance whatever in competition with
Spurgeon.
Of course, such English audiences as he can muster, will listen to him with civility, and the morning papers will duty report his speeches; but
Henry Ward Beecher will not suit the refined taste of the higher classes, nor the sound common sense of Englishmen in general.
He is a pulpit stump speaker, whose antics may captivate Brooklyn Fire Zonaves, but will be regarded in
England as mere American bombast and clap trap.
A worse time than the present
Mr. H. W. Beecher could not select for such a mission, nor could there be a worse man for the mission than
Henry Ward Beecher.
Whatever the
English Government may do or say on the
American question, the great mass of the
English people are with the
South, heart and soul.
When the
British passengers on board the
Trent, (according to a Yankee officer's own account,) at the time of the bearding of the passel by the
San Jacinto's boats, denounced the whole party in the most indignant manner as a gang of robbers and pirates, and taunted them with
Manassas and
Leesburg, they spoke the read feelings that are welling up in every Briton's heart.
The boys in the streets sing Dixie, the newspapers, with few exceptions, play the same tune, the bursted locomotive,
Mr. Train, charges that all
England is in favor of Dixie, and we believe it is.
Mr. Beecher may go over and discourse after the highly original style of
Everett,
Adams, and all after dinner orators of the two countries, about the land of Alfred,
Shakespeare,
Milton, & &c., being our own, and proceed to annex the whole literature and laws of
Great Britain to Yankeedondledom but
John Bull has an excellent memory, and whilst he politely cries hear, inwardly wonders what these fine fellows thought of the land of Alfred,
Shakespeare.
Milton, &c., when, having abandoned it to make money in
America, they severed all connexion with it as soon as called upon to put their hands in their pockets to show practically how much they loved the land of Alfred,
Shakespeare,
Milton, &c., and the land from which every free principle and free institution they possess were derived.
Moreover,
Bull some what refined in his tastes, and disposed to be select not to say exclusive, in his associations.
Hence, of the two nations, Jonathan and Dixie, which both claim a share in his lineage and laws, he may prefer the companionship of Dixie, who has the manners and feelings of a gentleman, and who cultivates cottons, rice, and tobacco, instead of codfish, cottons, and
Unitarian preachers.
Mr. Beecher will not find the
English people so ignorant of American affairs as to need a teacher, and least of all, such a teacher as himself.
They are being educated by various agencies, at present, in the right direction.--They are rapidly unlearning a good deal that they have hitherto learned from philosophers of this
Ward Beecher school.
They have been made to believe, by those philosophers, that the
South was a barbarous, weak and impoverished section of the American Union, supported by the
North, as
Beecher himself once illustrated it, as a pauper is supported by the parish.
They now behold the
North raising an army of half a million of men to prevent that pauper from leaving the national poor-houses and declaring that their expenditure of half a million a year, to keep him in the parish, is money profitably expended.
They find the pauper resolutely refusing to be fed any longer in the public expense, and knocking down the parish beadle, and the specials, when they undertake to prevent him from earning his own living And, in fine, to drop
Mr. Beecher's illustration, the
English people have discovered that it is the
South which has supported the
North, and not the
North the
South; that the great staples of Southern production have built up the commerce, cities and manufactures of the
North, and that disunion will enable
England to have her fair share of all these advantages, and that, so far from being feeble and unable to cope in arms with the
North, the
South is the fighting population of
America, the superior of the
North in military aptitude in constancy, in magnanimity, and invincible in defence of its altar and its homes.
Henry Ward Beecher might as well attempt to blind the eyes of Englishmen to the sun's shining in Heaven as to all these patent and undeniable facts.
Englishmen would be blind as bats to their own interests, and English statesman false and traitorous to the welfare of their country, if they did not see that
England's opportunity has come in this disunion of the
American States, The abolition hobby is all that is left this political and clerical charlatan to urge upon British public sentiment.
There was a time when he might have played upon this string with some effect before a British audience but that time has gone forever.
England is opposed to slavery, but she has never sacrificed to the sentimentalities of Exeter Hall the subaerial interests of her own people.
In the first place, the
English public cannot be convinced that the present war is for anything but to hold on the
Southern commerce and trade And, if they could, the time has gone by when abolition harangues will star up the heart of
England.
The incendiary
Brooklyn person will be encountered by the prevailing distress the manufacturing districts; and, whatever Englishman may think of slavery in the abstract, when their wives and children are crying for bread, they will have no sympathy to waste on in
Ireland it is not the time, therefore, anti-slavery orations in
Great Britain.
We advise
Beecher to stay at home, and to continue his pastoral labors among his Brook flock.
He will realize a good deal more shearing those interesting than in got to
England, whose he and his cause are thoroughly understood and the while Puritan and generation are hold in One Yankee like Train in as as the
English stomach can hour at one Nothing that
Beecher can my or do the disgust and execration which the mendacious and vulgar braggart has borough down upon all Yankee
