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Vengeance, if he is so, look out for yourselves! Are there not in Carolina, as in Guinea, here and there on every large plantation, what you call “tonguey niggers'? Is this great black mass entirely without leaven? Does it not sweep into wars, revolts, and Satan's own carnivals even in Africa ? Will not some 'tonguey nigger' here and there, some fine day, start some mad Obeah notion ; some crazed blood-and-bones, half-Methodist, half-African frenzy, which will go rolling on like a wave over the fire-sea of an inferno ? Just at present they have caught up your military anti-Northern frenzy. Do you not think that your own madness will pass over to them, and take a negro form? A gang of monkeys know enough for such hideous pranks; when a thousand negroes find in one spot that they are too strong for the home-guard, then the gunpowder goes !

Could I speak to the South, I would implore them to avert this demon's drama. I contemplate it with a fear and awe which would counsel any measure, however desperate, to avert it. Of late weeks information from those now most practically familiar with the state of the plantations in Cottondom, has poured into me - not from Abolitionists -- and the blackness of desolation which the calmest view must take from such facts is terrific. It is not that an overseer has been murdered here, or a gang been refractory there ; it is the suppressed conviction in so many intelligent Southern minds of WHAT IS COMING, which awes me. Woe, woe, woe to the South! When the whole intelligent white mind of a Continent is rolling in convulsions, tearing up society to its roots, overwhelming fortunes, ways of life, lives, turning priests to warriors, women to men; can it be expected that the fierce, half-animal, vindictive negro will escape? Happy! Yes, he is happy -as a gorilla in a cocoa-nut tree. And the gorilla, when he is ‘mad,' drives the lion and tiger before him, just as the wild blacks of San-Domingo overwhelmed superior numbers of the old French troops, whose mustaches had grown gray in the wars of the Republic.

Woe, woe, woe to the South! Do you think, Southerners, that these are hard times! Wait and you shall see such disaster as humanity never dreamed of, not when Goth or Vandal ravaged Rome. May God avert it! but I cannot forget that there is a God, and that years of such fearful insolence of oppression and of outrageous sneers at the very ground-principles of humanity, as taught by Jesus Christ, must call for some expiation. O my countrymen all! for the love of that God, forget something of these past wrongs, and act quickly and promptly. In mercy to the South, and for the credit of our common humanity, rally and prevent this coming evil. Limit it by Emancipation, abridge it by the most strenuous and energetic measures in war. For their own sakes, as well as ours, conquer the South speedily. Strike, strike furiously, by land and sea. Fast and deep — cut and scarify — capture every sea-board town, at any and every sacrifice ; hold to the West, pour down your legions from the North, pour in your millions of money — all that a man hath will he give for his life — ah! yes, and if he had fairly slain a brother in battle, even as much to bring that brother back again to life.

Woe, woe, woe unutterable to the South unless its career be speedily

checked! Of all the curses ever dreamed of, its victories over the North will be the cursedest. When this bloody drama first swept on, I prayed and hoped for Northern success as an impulse to the holy cause of free labor and of Progress. But now I await it in agony as the preventive to such a diabolical disaster as will rend the heart even of an enemy, and make Christendom stand aghast. Act, men of the North - come down by millions — pour out blood and gold — do any thing, every thing to avert these horrors. Strengthen the brave MCCLELLAN — let your press and your orators urge Border State Emancipation as the greatest public measure; let there be waves on waves of fresh enthusiasm for the war; be fierce and wild if you will, for verily if you are to have a father-land united and free from the greatest horror of history, nothing less will save you. And you, O women of the North! regard this crisis with your dear womens' hearts in its deepest home significance. If you would see peace, aid war. The more you urge and aid now, the sooner will you have the dear ones again with you. But oh! above all, remember that for the sake of your foes themselves, you should do all in your power to overcome them. It is but the subduing of a delirious patient for his own good.

Woe, woe to the South! Not by my will, not by thine, but by that of a terrible avenging Destiny. Ah! there is good cause to fear that all is wellnigh too late. The supine, dilly-dallying, palliative course which our Government once pursued, is now bearing its crop of curses thick and fast. He who saw in a vision Hell uncovered, and the fiends streaming on in dense torrent toward the doomed city, saw nothing more horrible than what clear, impartial, common-sense sees sweeping toward the devoted South-land. Let those who wonder at the fearful majesty of the Fate of the old Greek drama, which rolled in solemn horror down over the doomed generations under a mythic malediction, now look upon a greater and more stupendous catastrophe than Æschylus ever dreamed of. Whoso sheddeth man's blood by man shall his blood be shed. But what murder is here meant ? I tell you that there is a deeper murder than that of the body - the slaughter of the soul, the crushing down of human dignity, the reviling of FREE LABOR, the preaching of MudSill doctrines, the sneering at poor humble toil, the mocking of white serfs, the crushing out of poor sufferers in the social scale, the breaking utterly of those whom God has already bruised. This is the murder spoken of, this is what JESUS CHRIST, the first great democrat - I speak in all reverence-spoke against and died for. In every form, theoretically and literally, you have for an age practised this art of murder on your slaves at home, and not less bitterly, when you dared, on us, who were allied to you. Your legislators treated ours as the representatives of menials and mechanics. Your whole word and work from alpha to omega, was a cursing of the poor. The poor! His children, your humble, lowly brothers ! Did you see no storm gathering slowly far in the distance ? Had you no faith in the awful and mysterious Law of Nature as of God, which brings all at last to a level ? Know you no compensation ? Now the hour has come.

Not but that we too of the North have sinned, and are to have some punishment. Merchandising to the swallowing up of the soul; dollar-hunting even

to a proverb; out Jew-ing the Jew, and shaming the Gentile; displaying the shallowest and most pretentious Pharisaism ; forgetting the Beautiful in mere Mammoned ostentation; suffering all possible scoundrelism in the councils of every city; defiling every legislative body with a lobby; knowing and suffering justice to become such a mockery, as it has been and is in this very New-York; tolerating officials who should grace the gallows; smiling tolerantly on open humbug; encouraging journals to become common sewers ; making divinities of apes, knaves, and fat-headed Philistines, who had piled together fortunes ; elevating any 'popular' demagogue above men gifted with pure genius - all of these, my friends, form a black bead-roll, and for these you must suffer. There must be a thunder-storm to clear the air ; thank God, this war is rapidly enough raising your minds to a higher standard, and inspiring you with great and noble ideas. But of the great sin I acquit you; you have not depreciated LABOR, nor cursed the poor. There your hands are the cleanest in the world, and for that I love you. No boy, however wretched or humble, has been without a chance among you to rise as high as the highest. For that, God bless you ! In the shallowest, vainest, most would-be-aristocratic society of your cities, there is more tenderness toward misfortune, and less blunt allusion to “inferiors,' than can be found elsewhere in the world. You do n't talk of a canaille or of 'mud-sills,' and it is no flattery to call you both great and good-hearted. For all that, God bless you! You have given the widest scope to new inventions, new projects, new theories, new plans of every sort, size, shape and color, like good, brave, enterprising fellows, as you are ; and nobody is regarded by you as less of a gentleman, or F. F., because he has invented an apple-paring machine, or a patent mouse-trap. You have over-reached your brother, and 'done' him very frequently on a trade in a most shameful manner; but you have not outlawed or trampled on him, and slain his soul for very malevolence; on the contrary, you have with the greatest good will set him up again,' and borne it with great philosophy when he treated you in like manner. As you have sinned, so shall you be punished in the storm of wrath now raging around us. And as you have done well, so shall you be rewarded when it passes away.

But woe, woe, woe unto the South in that storm, unless by a miracle they escape its horrors ! Suppose them victors over us — suppose them masters of Maryland and Washington, and what you will. Will that conciliate into inert submission twenty millions of stubborn Northerners, who have thus far been stimulated more by reverses than by success? Why, our whole industrious lives are but one conquering of adversities, and struggling with difficulties. Life, which flows away as a river in Dream-land with all of you Southrons, is a fight and a wrestle with Fortune for nearly all of us; and when it is not so we make it such. When a Yankee turns boot-black, and gives up forever because he has had a note protested, then and not till then will he give up the idea of warring on you. Woe, woe, woe! Do you not know that the 'fanaticism' of the North is now only just beginning to kindle ? Do you know what your own overwhelming enthusiasm is ? I will tell you. It is the vindictive hatred of a race inferior in many things, and absurdly vain of its superiority

in a few gifts toward another which is greater in almost every thing which constitutes real superiority in this age. That is your enthusiasm - a hatred as malignant as that of a lashed slave. Do you think that your chances will be better when a hatred quite as bitter, and ten times more stubborn, rages all through our twenty millions! “But we of the North always hated you.' We did not. When this war broke out there was not one Northern man in a hundred who would not have gladly left you in peace with your slaves, to do what you pleased forever, South of the isothermal line. The present Administration would have only been too glad to let you alone, and have protected you with all its armies. But you would not know the truth, you teased your fancied sore, you fed yourselves fat and foul with lies, you sowed the wind - and you must reap the whirlwind !

The end is not yet. But we are at the beginning thereof. Through fire and smoke, cannon-thunder and the wail of myriads, we see greater convulsions, but still we know what must come, and are conscious of our own strength to take us through. Bear one fact in mind, the whole country has ere this determined that as a preliminary, Slavery in the Border States must be destroyed !

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O Queen of all Sovereigns !

O Light of all Lands!
Ascend thy proud throne,

Make known thy commands :
All the world will obey thee,

Let it know but thy will ;
Thy subjects adore thee,

As bound by a spell :
Like an artist-drawn spirit,

Like a star from the sky,
'Tis thy beauty enchants them,

As the moon from on high.
The tongue speaks thy praises,

Hearts echo the sound,
Both are pierced by thy beauty,

Yet are proud of the wound.
As the rose-garden gladdens

The sad lover of Art,
So thy presence, O fair one!

Gives Spring to each heart.
Constantinople, April 10th, 1861.

THREE NIGHTS IN A HAUNTED HOUSE.

BY J. WARREN NEW COMB, JR.

I do not pretend to give, in my rendering of the following strange story, either the manner or the language in which my friend related it as we sat through the long night, he speaking and I listening. I cannot reproduce his manner. I have forgotten his words. I tell the tale in the first person, because that form of narrative gives more effect to its horrible features, and the horror that is in it constitutes, to my mind, its chief value and interest. As for its truth, I can only vouch for my friend's ordinary and usual accuracy of statement. Here is his story :

Several years since, just after Death had been fearfully busy in our family, sundering tie after tie, and leaving this world almost too dismal for existence, my only remaining sister and I resolved to leave New-York for a time, and to seek in the far country that peace of which familiar sights and sounds deprived us. We sought neither fashionable watering-place nor crowded mountaintops, but rather some secluded village, where there were none to know or disturb us, and where we might possibly gather our shattered lives together again and prepare for the work of the world that still lay in the long track of the lifepilgrimage before us.

With this intent I went to Vermont, and pursuing my search with little other purpose than a vague longing for retirement, selected as our abiding-place a small village, hemmed in by mountains, and silent, save what babble was made by a stream that ran darkly and furiously down between rocky borders. On every hand, beyond the narrow valley, a giant growth of pines frowned upon the place, and above the pines there stood up against the sky rugged and gray rocks, around which in times of tempest the lightnings seemed to play as by right. It was a dreary place, that seemed to have been overlooked and forgotten by the great world without.

* This,' I said, “is the place we seek. In its strange apathy and silence we will sleep away the sorrow that possesses us !' The very air and spirit of the spot were akin to my feelings and my grief.

I learned that there was a house to let a short distance from the long street that formed the village. This house had been some time without a tenant, and was to be had at a low rent. Finding the agent for the property, I learned that the owner resided in a distant State, and that the building, though somewhat out of repair, could readily be put in a habitable condition. With the agent I walked up the avenue leading to the mansion, to ascertain by personal examination whether his tale were all exaggeration. I found a high, square, red brick building of two and a half stories, standing in the midst of a waste of overgrown, neglected lawn and garden, with a few shambling out-houses in the rear. The fences had fallen to decay ; there were no blinds to the tall and nar

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