cause enquiries and expense and trouble to the public service, and vexation to those who expect to receive them? People do not like the idea of having their letters opened at the Dead Letter-office, and finally consigned to the waste-paper basket of that department. Let them never forget, that through carelessness or thoughtlessness they may cause a great outlay in swelling the cost of management in these enquiries; and, as the transit rate is now so exceedingly moderate, the least the public can do is, not to annoy the office and waste the time of the officers, and thus squander the revenue by an increase of evils which a little care

would at once annihilate.

(To be continued.)

LITERARY NOTICES.

stinct, true to nature and common sense, as that of every great poet is, he first shows up, by a story the inevitable tendency and results of the doctrines of those who, to enfranchise woman would unwoman her, and then in a

passage which we shall quote, gives us the true philosophy of the question, clear, simple, strong, and irrefragible.

The poet represents himself as on a visit to a college friend, the son of a country gentleman, at his ancestral home, with others of their college companions. The place and the people are brought before us with that but effective touches everything lives before us, bright happy tact which shows the master hand. With few and warm as nature itself, and we live, present and part of the scene. In about two dozen lines we have a vivid picture of a fine old country house with all it contains of gathered treasures of taste, of armour and tradition. They then walk out into the grounds to the old abbey, where they find "the maiden aunt, Elizabeth, and sister Lilia with the rest." The character of

Lilia, wild with sport,

IIalf child half woman as she was -----

The Princess, a Medley, by ALFRED TENNYSON. London, is charmingly described, or rather made perfectly known

Moxon.

THE publication of a genuine poem is "a great fact." It is a new pleasure. It is to us a fresh intellectual creation. It is an addition to the regions of our imagination, a new palace of art, built in our memories. We are so much richer, so much happier by its production. The appearance of a new poem is, moreover, all the more a matter of congratulation, as it is now so rare an event. Some years ago, not a season passed without some splendid addition to our poetic wealth. The great poetic brotherhood, Byron, Scott, Campbell, Wordsworth, Southey, Shelley, Keats, Crabbe, etc,, etc., sent forth work after work, with a teeming affluance, such as no other age ever saw. These were glorious days to live in. They are over. A few only of the inspired giants of song remain, and they are silent. Wordsworth, Moore, Leigh Hunt, whatever they may occasionally send from the press, have ceased to launch forth those masterpieces of their muse, which seem to require all the physical as well as intellectual vigour of men to accomplish. The fruits of the intellect require the summer ardour of life to elaborate them.

to you without description. She is one of those young creatures all life, beauty, and goodness, with a dash of saucy humour, piquant and fascinating. Before they reach this company, however, they pass through the park, and find it displaying a peculiar feature of the age.

Strange was the sight to me;

For all the sloping pasture murmured sown
With happy faces and with holiday.
There moved the multitude, a thousand heads;
The patient leaders of their Institute

Taught them with facts. One reared a font of stone
And drew, from butts of water on the slope,
The fountain of the moment, playing now
A twisted snake, and now a rain of pearls,
Or steep-up spout, whereon the gilded ball
Danced like a wisp; and somewhat lower down
A man with knobs and wires and vials fir'd
A cannon; Echo answered in her sleep
From hollow fields; and here were telescopes
For azure views; and there a group of girls
In circle waited, whom the electric shock
Dislinked with shrieks and laughter: round the lake
A little clock-work steamer paddling plied,
And shook the lilies: perched about the knolls
A dozen angry models jetted steam:

A petty railway ran a fire balloon
Rose gem-like up before the dusky groves,
And dropped a fairy parachute, and past:
And there through twenty posts of telegraph,
They flashed a saucy message to and fro

Tennyson is one of the few who have succeeded in a fresh generation to the purely poetic power of those who have recently departed or linger to depart. We are sure, on the announcement of a new volume by him, of a real poetic pleasure. In the present instance however, we are not sure that some readers will enjoy his production, so much as they have done his former ones. The volume does not consist of a number of poems, it contains only one, and that in blank verse. Some therefore, will miss the usual variety, others still more the rich musical cadences of his lyrics. The whole here is blank-verse, even those portions which are said to be sung by characters in the poem. We, ourselves, should have been better pleased with these parts being thrown into a lyrical form. But, passing over these particulars, the poem is one of the most original On joining the ladies at the abbey. and beautiful that Tennyson has yet produced.

Tennyson is essentially the poet of progress. Without any noisy parade of politics, it is evident that he takes a deep interest in what is going on. He studies the spirit of the time, and he works in it. His present poem is a sufficient evidence of this. It deals with the great question which has been agitated of late years, more especially since the days of Mary Walstoncroft, with increasing zeal,-the question of the rights and true social position of woman. With his perfect in

Between the mimic stations: so that sport
With science hand in hand went: otherwhere
Pure sport: a herd of boys with clamour bowl'd
And stumped the wicket: babies rolled about
Like tumbled fruit in grass; and men and maids
Arranged a country dance, and flew through light
And shadow, while the twanging violin
Struck up the soldier-laddie, and overhead
The broad ambrosial aisles of lofty lime
Made noise, with bees and breeze, from end to end.

The maiden aunt

Took this fair day for text, and from it preached
An universal culture for the crowd
And all things great.

The youngsters, however, talked of their college feats; and
taking occasion from a statue of “a feudal warrior lady-
clad," they came at once on the great topic of the
poem. The warrior lady's deeds were praised, and it
was asked,-"Where lives there such a woman now?"

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Quick answered Lilia. "There are thousands now
"Such women, but convention beats them down;
"It is but bringing up: no more than that:
"You men have done it: how I hate you all!
"O were I some great Princess, I would build,
"Far off from men a college of my own,

"And I would teach them all things: you should see!"

At this the young men laugh and tell her

"However deep you might embower the nest,
"Some boy would spy it."

At this upon the sward
She tapped her tiny silken-sandalled foot.
"That's your light way, but I would make it death
"For any male thing but to peep at us."

The hint is taken; they fall to story telling, and on
this the story is built. The notion of a princess, and at
college, and the penalty of death for any man to enter
the college city, is carried out, and Lilia and the Maiden
Aunt are shown by the young men, who are seven in
number, each improvising a chapter of the story in suc-
cession, how these doctrines would work. They work
as everything that is opposed to nature is sure to work.
All goes on well for a time.
use of a city; over its gates the penalty of death is
A princess gets the entire
inscribed for any man who enters.
opened, filled with female professors and pupils, all
The college is
very cleverly teaching and learning, but at length, a
young prince, affianced in his youth to this princess
and determined to obtain her, enters the city with two
of his young friends in female attire. We will not de-
tail the incidents. They make the body of the poem,
and are full of power and beauty.-The result is, Nature
triumphs,-The college is broken up, but not without
a struggle
There is war. The ladies nurse the
wounded chiefs, and the womanly nature resumes its
sway.

The princess is the most desperate maintainer of her scheme; but she finally gives way; the prince wins her and the poet puts into his mouth the true doctrine of woman's mission and position.

The woman's cause is man's: they rise or sink
Together, dwarfed or godlike, bond or free:
For she that out of Lethe scales with man
The shining steps of nature, shares with man
His nights, his days, moves with him to one goal,
Stays all the fair young planet in her hands---
If she be small, slight-natured, miserable,
How shall men grow? We two will serve them both
In aiding her, strip off, as in us lies,
(Our place is much) the parasitic forms
That seem to keep her up, but drag her down---
Will leave her field to burgeon and to bloom
From all within her, make herself her own
To give or keep, to live and learn and be
All that not harms distinctive womanhood.

For woman is not undeveloped man,

:

But diverse could we make her as the man,
Sweet love were slain, whose dearest bond is this,
Not like to like, but like in difference:
Yet in the long years liker must they grow;
The man be more of woman, she of man;
He gain in sweetness and in moral height;

Nor lose the wrestling thews that throw the world;
She mental breadth, nor fail in childward care:
More as the double-natured Poet each:

Till at the last she set herself to man,

Like perfect music unto noble words;

And so these twain, upon the skirts of time,
Sit side by side, full-summed in all their powers,
Dispensing harvest, sowing the To-be,
Self-reverent cach, and reverencing each
Distinct in individualities,

But like each other, even as those who love.

Then comes the statelier Eden back to men:
Then reigns the world's great bridals chaste and calm.

Then springs the crowning race of human-kind.
May these things be!

The poem will have the advantage of exciting discussion amongst the different partizans of this popular question. We cordially acquiesce in the poet's sentiments and opinions. There is enough to do, to

place woman in her true position as the mother of the
race and the companion of man.
must not attempt to make her what she never was in-
But to do that, we
tended to be a she-man. The true equality which she
claims and to which she has a right is founded in nature.
Everything which is necessary to develope her powers,
to perfect her nature, to establish her prudence as a
half of the race, must be secured for her; but it must be
reasonable creature, and constituting in her sex one
in her natural and truly noble sphere, but not in the
rougher one of man.
are their equals, not their slaves, and love and enlight-
ened intellect must establish the equal footing, and
Men must be taught that women
equal property of the wife; but every attempt to turn
woman into a hard, bold, public, and prating she-man,
as it is opposed to the evident laws and institutions of
the poet truly says is the cause of man too, injures and
nature, instead of advancing the cause of woman, which
would be in Parliament instead of the domestic circle,
retards it. The she-philosophers and politicians who
who smoke cigars or hookahs; who do coarse men's
work in coarse mannish attire, are neither the persons
to win the crown of true womanhood for themselves or
for the sex in general. The true female reformer who
labours to enfranchise her sex, not by such wild vaga-
ries, but by the inculcation of wise and generous prin-
ciples in both sexes, will find a response in this poem,
to all that she labours for; that is to make woman-

No angel, but a dearer being, all dip't
In angel instincts, breathing Paradise,
Interpreter between the gods and men,
Who looks all native to her place, and yet
On tiptoe seems to touch upon a sphere
Too gross to tread, and all male minds perforce
Sways to her from their orbits as they move
And girdle her with music.

A Jar of Honey from Mount Hybla; by LEIGH HUNT.
Illustrated by RICHARD DOYLE. London: Smith,
Elder & Co.

A most beautifully printed and illustrated book. It is
too late in our hands to recommend as a New Year's
Gift, but it is a book to be recommended as a gift or a
purchase at any time. It is one of those volumes that
have all the elegance of an annual, with the intrinsic
value of a book full of genius and delightful thoughts.
The sight of a Sicilian Jar of Honey, in a window in
Piccadilly, sets off the imagination of the author, and
away he goes revelling in all the pastoral sweets of
ancient times. Greeks, Sicilians, Arabians, Normans,
English, all furnish their quota of honey to the Jar. It
may be readily imagined what Leigh Hunt would make
of such a field and subject.
delicious fancies, sunny sentiment, and genial humour.
They are overflowing with
Story and poetry, reminiscences of beautiful things and
places seen, and imaginations of what no mortal has
ever yet seen, are scattered like summer leaves and
flowers through the volume.
is inimitable; but as it is somewhat too long for our
The story of King Robert
pages we present our readers with a wonderful Land-
slip and a happy love story in one. They are supposed
to take place at the time of the dreadful earthquake of
1783, which destroyed Messina and swept into the sea,
in one moment, nearly three thousand persons on the op-
posite coast of Scylla, together with their Prince.

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LOVE STORY OF AN EARTHQUAKE.

ever.

the old man himself; and the daughter (both senseless); all come, as if in the father's words, to beg him to accept them. Such awful pleasantries, so to speak, sometimes take place in the middle of Nature's deepest tragedies, and such exquisite good may spring out of evil. For it was so in the end, if not in the intention. The old man, who, together with his daughter, had only been stunned by terror) was superstitiously frightened by the dreadful circumstance, if not affectionately moved by the attentions of the son of his old friend, and the delight and religious transport of his child. Besides, though the cottage and the almond-trees, and the bee-hives had all come miraculously safe down the hill (a phenomenon which has frequently occurred in these extraordinary landslips), the flower gardens, on which his bees fed, pride lowered; and when the convulsion was well over, were almost all destroyed, his property was lessened, his and the guitars were again playing in the valley, he consented to become the inmate, for life, of the cottage of the enchanted couple."

some 'convulsion of the earth was at hand. His first impulse was a wish to cross the ford, and, with mixed Giuseppe, a young vine-grower in a village at the anguish and delight, to find himself again in the cottage foot of the mountains looking towards Messina, was in of Antonio, giving the father and daughter all the aid in love with Maria, the daughter of the richest bee-master his power. A tremendous burst of thunder and lightof the place; and his affection, to the great displeasure ning startled him for a moment; but he was proceeding of the Father, was returned. The old man, though he to cross, when his ears tingled, his head turned giddy, and while the earth heaved beneath his feet, he saw the had encouraged him at first, wished her to marry a young profligate in the city, because the latter was opposite side of the glen lifted up with a horrible, deafricher and of a higher stock; but the girl had a great deal ening noise, and then the cottage itself, with all around of good sense as well as feeling; and the father was puz-it, cast, as he thought, to the ground, and buried for zled how to separate them, the families having been long The sturdy youth, for the first time in his life, acquainted. He did everything in his power to render the fainted away. When his senses returned, he found himvisits of the lover uncomfortable to both parties; but as self pitched back into his own premises, but not injured, they saw through his object, and love can endure a the blow having been broken by the vines. But, on great deal, he at length thought himself compelled to looking in horror towards the site of the cottage up the make use of insult. Contriving, therefore, one day to hill, what did he see there? or rather what did he not And what did he see, forming a new mound, proceed from one mortifying word to another, he took see there? upon him, as if in right of offence, to anticipate his furlongs down the side of the hill, almost down at the daughter's attention to the parting guest, and show him bottom of the glen, and in his own homestead? Antoout of the door himself, adding a broad hint that it nio's cottage:-Antonio's cottage, with, the almondmight be as well if he did not return very soon.-Per-trees, and the bee-hives, and the very cat and dog, and haps, Signor Antonio,' said the youth, piqued at last to say something harsh himself, you do not wish the son of your old friend to return at all.'-'Perhaps not,' said the bee-master.What!' said the poor lad, losing all the courage of his anger in the terrible thought of his never having any more of those beautiful lettings-out of the door by Maria,- What! do you mean to say that I may not hope to be invited again, even by yourself? that you yourself will never again invite me, or come to see me?' Oh, we shall all come, of course, to the great Signor Giuseppe,' said the old man, looking scornful-all cap in hand.'--Nay, nay,' returned Giuseppe, in a tone of propitiation; I'll wait till you do me the favour to look in some morning, in the old way, and have a chat about the French and perhaps,' added he, blushing, you will then bring Maria with you, as you used to do, and I won't attempt to see her till then.''Oh, we'll all come, of course,' said Antonio, impatiently, cat, dog, and all; and when we do,' added he, in a very significant tone, you may come again yourself.'-Giuseppe tried to laugh at this jest, and thus still propitiate him; but the old man, hastening to shut the door, angrily cried, Ay, cat, dog, and all, and the cottage besides, with Maria's dowry along with it; and then you may come again, and not till then.' And so saying, he banged the door, and giving a furious look at poor Maria, went into another room to scrawl a note to the young citizen. The young citizen came in vain, and Antonio grew sulkier and angrier every day, till at last he turned his latter jest into a vow; exclaiming, with an oath, that Giuseppe shonld never have his daughter till he (the father), daughter, dog, cat, cottage, bee-hives, and all, with her dowry of almond trees to boot, set out some fine morning to beg the young vine-dresser to accept them. Poor Maria grew thin and pale, and Giuseppe looked little better, turning all his wonted jests into sighs, and often interrupting his work to sit and look towards the said almond-trees, which formed a beautiful clump on an ascent upon the other side of the glen, sheltering the best of Antonio's bee-hives, and composing a pretty dowry for the pretty Maria, which the father longed to see in the possession of the flashy young citizen. One morning, after a very sultry night, as the poor youth endeavoured to catch a glimpse of her in this direction, he observed that the clouds gathered in a very unusual manner over the country, and then hung low in the air, heavy and immoveable. Towards Messina the sky looked so red, that at first he thought the city on fire, till an unusual heat affecting him, and a smell of sulphur arising, and the little river at his feet assuming a tinge of a muddy ash-colour, he knew that

Midsummer Eve; a Fairy Tale of Love. By Mrs. S. C.
HALL. London: Longmans & Co.

IN no stories does Mrs. Hall shine so much as in Irish
stories. The love of country seems, in them, to bring
out all the generous glow, bright fancy, and cordial
sympathies of her nature. There is nothing forced,
nothing merely made up, all flows naturally and warmly.
You enter at once into the interests and feelings of her
characters, and become attached to them, and interested
for them as old friends. The present is one of her most
successful productions. She has laid the scene of it
amid the most beautiful woods and waters of Ireland,
on the shores and amongst the mountains of Killarney.
We retrace all the well-known spots of this fairyland
with a familiar pleasure, and many a future visitant will
find a more lively interest conferred on the isles, the
rocks, the forest shores, the picturesque ruins, aud wild
waterfalls, as the scenes connected with this tale of trial
and of love. Old Randy, the friend of the Fairies, will
become a permanent character there.

Art has seemed to vie with nature in conferring beauty on this story. The volume is one of the most profusely and splendidly embellished of the season, from designs by Maclise, Stanfield, Creswick, Ward, Elmore, Ford, Paton, Thomas Landseer, Topham, Meadows, Fairholt, Franklin, etc. The readers of the Art-Union will be glad to possess this story in so beautiful a separate form; to all else it will add the charm of novelty to its other attractions.

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THE WEEKLY RECORD

OF FACTS AND OPINIONS CONNECTED WITH
GENERAL INTERESTS AND POPULAR
PROGRESS.

IMPORTANT CAUTION TO EMIGRANTS.

A friend, well acquainted with the subject and the country referred to, writes us as follows.--

I observe in your Journal of the 18th inst. a notice of a project of emigration to Texas, in which it is intimated that a large body of settlers may be conducted to that country from France and England before Midsummer.

No

Theatre, and to the raising of a Fund for the Education of Poor Girls who wish to follow in her steps, that is, devote themselves to the stage. This is her own idea, and is simply and charmingly expressed in her Address to the public. Jenny Lind sings this season in her own fatherland only for love and charity. God bless her for it?

OCEAN PENNY POSTAGE.

WILL IT PAY?

are not reduced solely to the proof, that a penny will pay for To establish the affirmative of this important question, we pence will pay the inland and ocean services combined, on a letthe ocean transit of a letter from Liverpool to New York or Boston. The problem involves the proposition, whether twoUnder the circumstances described, I do not think it possi- mail steamers might call or stop. For these two services would ter transmitted from any town in the United Kingdom to any ble to make the necessary arrangements for the transport of a seaport on the other side of the Atlantic, at which the English large mass of emigrants in the time proposed: but were it perfectly practicable, it would be, to the last degree, imprudent post-office, either in seaport or inland town, to be forwarded to be inevitably combined in the case of every letter sent across to introduce Europeans into Texas in the summer months. the ocean. In other words, every letter received at an English advantage can be gained thereby, while there is imminent dan-land service of a penny. ger of suffering, disease, and death. America, or to any country beyond the sea, would pay the inor cold climates should land in Texas during the winter months; Settlers from temperate the ocean service, at a penny a letter, wi'l pay alone, but wheand preparations should invariably be made for their travelling a letter. Then it is not the question whether and temporary support and lodgment on their arrival. Too often ther that and the inland service combined will pay at twopence have I witnessed the deepest distress entailed on emigrants by fit from the penny post system; the expenses of which may be a neglect of the common maxims of prudence, amounting alIt is admitted that the Post-office Department derives a promost to infatuation. New countries, with the best recommend-3rd, delivering; Rowland Hill shows, that the transmission of ations, both as regards soil and climate, will always present to divided into three items :---1st, collecting; 2nd, transmitting; the stranger from Europe a number of trying obstacles and disheartening privations, which ought invariably to be calculated and provided for before hand, and which hardly ever are. Owing to the political condition of Texas, there is very great difficulty in ascertaining the validity of Land Titles. point emigrants cannot exercise too much caution. they should proceed, without delay, to their location, and comOn this mence immediately all practicable labour for future support. On landing, The West and North-west are the sections best suited to Europeans.

A sense of duty impels me to write this hasty note to prevent any serious or, it might be, irretrievable mistakes on the part of intending emigrants.

P.S. In newly settled American States, acts of violence, often arising from disputes respecting land, are lamentably frequent. The following paragraph, taken from a New Orleans paper, of the 14th ultimo, supplies an instance of such acts, even among the comparatively quiet and orderly Germans :--

"FROM TEXAS.---We had papers from Texas yesterday by the steamer Palmetto, Captain Smith, which left Galveston on the 11th inst. The papers contain some election returns, but as their issues were all local they possess no interest for our readers. A dispute arose about the possession of land in the German Colony, between Dr. Schubert and a Mr. Spiess, the Director of the Company. By some means or other Dr. Schubert had succeeded in expelling the Administrator of the Company, and Mr. Spiess, it appears, not finding any legal means to expel Dr. Schubert again, resolved upon taking the farm by force. To this end, he entered the farm by night, in company with five or six others, and took quarters in the outhouses. Early in the morning one of Dr. Schubert's friends, named Captain Sommers, came out to take a walk in the gallery, when he was wounded by a musket-ball, and expired almost instantly. Another German, named Bostic, armed with a double-barrelled gun, made his appearance, when some eight or ten shots were fired at him without effect. which resulted in the death of one of the assailants, named The fire was returned by him, Rohrdorff, who was posted at the kitchen window. melee ensued, in which another of the assailants was made priA general soner, the others having taken flight. The excitement caused by this occurrence is said to be very great, and Mr. Spiess, who seems to be the ring-leader, has disappeared. Mr. Rohrdorff was a landscape painter of superior skill."

As

thirty-sixth of a penny each. Now, let us assume that the collection costs twice as much as the transmission, or a penny for letters from London to Edinburgh costs, on an average, one sent to America from the United Kingdom, by every steameighteen letters. Then let us suppose that 30,000 letters are sumed, would be less than £12. packet from Liverpool. The expense of collecting and trans£6 for assorting these letters in the Liverpool Post-office, and mitting this number of letters to Liverpool, at the rates assending them on board the steamer. Let us allow the Department are fairly under way for America. received a penny on every one of the number weighing under, bill of expense on these 30,000 letters, by the time that they Then we have £18 as the £125 on the lot---a clear profit of £107., or more than six But the Government has hundred per cent. upon the investment! But it would be fair to and twopence upon every one weighing over, half an ounce, or suppose that one-tenth, or 3000 of these letters, weighed more than half an ounce, and paid consequently twopence each. charged with double postage, than one charged with a single rate, then the extra revenue from these 3000 twopenny letters it cannot cost any more to collect, transmit, or deliver a letter by the Department on the 30,000, to £137, against an expense of £18. would amount to £12., which would increase the sum received content with a profit of 50 per cent. on this letter-carrying trade. Surely the Government, or any corporation, would be And one farthing a letter will yield the Department more than Let us allow it 50 per cent. on the transaction thus far. getting these 30,000 letters on board of the steam-packet at Liverpool. Then we have three farthings to add to the penny 50 per cent. profit on all the expense incurred in collecting and for the ocean serviee on each letter; and this service is entirely one of transmission, of plain straightforward sailing or steaming. before they reach the American shore. The mail-bags, we presume, are scarcely touched Jonathan's post-office, and there is the end of both the English or New York, they are emptied into the hopper of Brother On arriving at Boston curred by the English Government for their distribution. services on them. London, Dec. 11th, 1847. Not a farthing of additional expense is in15, New Broad-street, ELIHU BURRITT.

PIOUS THIEVES.

Some persons lately entered the premises of several tradesmen in and about Bishopsgate-street, and in open daylight carof England; but as that church is well-known to be amply ried off the following goods and money. They pretended that provided for by the State, this was regarded as a very shallow they were only levying black-mail for the support of the Church pretext. People appeared, however, to be so utterly paralyzed by the daringness of the deed, that although individuals have for purloining trifles of the value only of two or three pence, no been seized and committed to prison in the very same street,

attempts were made to detain these wholesale plunderers; A GOOD EXAMPLE IN THE MANCHESTER CORPORATION. they escaped with their booty, and we have not yet heard of their apprehension. They took

On the 18th of December last, a pleasing proof of the good feeling existing between employers and employed was given by the Manchester Corporation. A hundred clerks and other servants of the Council were entertained at a splendid dinner provided by the Members of the Council at their own private expense, and presided over by the gentlemanly Mayor. Honour to whom honour is due? "All honour, says one who was amongst the guests, "to the kindly hearts that prompted so considerate a manifestation of regard at a time when the storms of adversity were sternly blowing.

PROGRESS OF THE EMANCIPATION PRINCIPLE IN
VIRGINIA.

By a letter from Ohio, we bear with pleasure that there is a
strong spirit of Emancipation at present growing in Western
The leader of
Virginia among the Slave Holders themselves.
this party is an eminent Presbyterian Minister, who has great
influence among he Planters, and as this movement is entirely
distinct from the Anti-Slavery party in the Northern States
(although its objects are the same,) it is said to be greatly en-
couraged by these new and unexpected partizans of Emancipa-
tion.

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