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sible. We wish that the North should never would have shown the arrogant aim of the be enabled by conquest to attempt a tyran- stronger claimant to be untenable. But now nical, a forcible, an unreal reunion; we wish every such hope is at an end. The victory to save the North from the danger of military of General Meade must tend to prolong the pre-eminence, as well as the South from the war for a considerable period. While Mr. disgrace and pain of military subjugation. Lincoln remains in office, as we have often Secondly. Though we wish the South to shown, there was little hope for peace. Unbe independent, we wish it to be weak. We til there seems no longer any possibility ity of have no sympathy with, we most strongly military success, until the people of the condemn, the fanatics at the South who have North in general, and by a great majority, hoped, and perhaps yet hope, to found a great admit the conquest of the South to be imempire on the basis of slavery. We do not possible, we do not believe that the Demobelieve that predial slavery such as exists in cratic party or any other party will stake the Slave States is a possible basis for a good their hopes of success upon an avowed and and enduring commonwealth; and we have declared peace policy. They would incur a no words to express our abhorrence of the no- great and obvious risk of defeat if they did so. tion which the advocates of the South, in the The mention of a peace, which is thought to South, advance so freely that it is the only be degrading during a war which is thought good basis of a commonwealth. We wish to be glorious, must always be unpopular, that the area of slavery should be so small, and is apt to be deemed a sort of treason. that, by the sure operation of economical For a long period to come, the North will causes, and especially by the inevitable ex-now have a sufficient store of plausible hope, haustion of the soil which it always pro- and while that is the case in a country like duces, slavery should, within a reasonable America, where the spirit of electioneering time, be gradually extinguished. is the spirit of politics, no great peace party will ever be possible.

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Thirdly. For obvious reasons, we wish that these results should be obtained as soon, and that civil war should cease as soon, as possible.

We do not think that the riots at New York materially modify these conclusions. They show the extreme unpopularity of the If we compare the recent news with these conscription in that city, the weakness of fixed wishes as with a sort of standard, the the Municipal Government, the disposition result is plain. First. We shall rejoice at of the Democratic State Governor to tempothe reduction of Vicksburg and Port Hudson rize with a Democratic mob rather than to by the Federal armies. The best mode of support a Republic Federal Administration. confining slavery within fixed limits is the But they hardly show more than this. They conquest by the North of the line of the Mis- do not prove Mr. Lincoln to be unable to sissippi. If that great river could bound raise for a considerable time many men and slavery on the west, and sea on the east, its some money. In New York he may not enextinction could not be delayed for very force the conscription, but elsewhere he can many years-not longer, probably, than it and will; and while a war Government has would be desirable that so great and prevad-sufficient men, sufficient money, and plausi ing a social change should be delayed. The ble hope, any peace is beyond probability. gradual and felt approach of such an event is almost as great a benefit as the event itself. But we must regret the defeat of General Lee's invasion of the North. If, as we not long since proved at some length, the South had been able to acquire and retain a considerable portion of Northern territory, the North could not have believed that it was possible for it to conquer the South. The war would have ceased for the simplest of all causes,-from the winning of such a success on the part of the weaker combatant as

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The feeling of a calm observer of these great events will, therefore, we believe, be a very mingled one. He will rejoice at the prospect of limiting the area of slavery, but he will regret the stimulus given to the warlike passion of the North, the prolongation of the civil war, the continuance also of suffering in Lancashire, and the opportunity which has been given to the people of New York to expose the weakness of their Municipal Government, their hatred of the Negro, and their turbulence.

OF AMERICA: A VOICE FROM THE CROWD. | God wills, and darkly works his will,

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Time was when nobly England rose,

And grandly told earth of man's rights;
Slavery and wrong her ancient foes,

In these, you say, she now delights.
Her voice that once so sternly spoke,
And, speaking, smote slaves' fetters off,
That antique utterance is your joke,

A grand-dame's tale at which you scoff.
Your Times has taught us what to say,

That years must change, and so must thought; Jackson's your Cromwell of to-day:

Ah, ours for rights, not fetters, fought.

Clasp you the hands that wield the whip!

Press you the palms that rivet chains!

My curse will through my clenched teeth slip,
I'd brand your heroes all as Cains.
For cotton, and through envy, sell
Your nobler notions if you can ;

I will not, and I hold it well,

I loathe these men who deal in man, Scoff, sneer, or jest; let him who likes, Prate of their courage and their worth, Right and not Might my fancy strikes, Though Might, not Right, may rule the earth.

At times, God, for his own good will,

Gives hell, o'er men and nations rule; But Right, though crushed, I hold right still, Though worldly-wise ones call me fool. Brute force has Cossacked nations down,

Yet Cossacks I do not adore,

Than Poland's Bashkirs-nay, don't frown,
I do not love your Jacksons more.
No, cavaliers that women sell,

To their great nobleness I'm blind :
Heroes who cash their children-well,
They're not exactly to my mind.

One's flesh and blood, you know, are here,
Dear to one, not as current gold;
I would not be a cavalier,

By whom his son or daughter's sold;
Curse those who sell their blood to lust,
Their very flesh to stripes and toil;
I spit at such-the thought I trust,
Of such should make my blood to boil.
The very meanest thing I see,

A cringing beggar whining here,
Rather a thousand times I'd be,
Than a girl-selling cavalier.

Yet

His wisdom's hidden from our eyes;

my faith rests upon him still,

To judge and scourge he will arise. Wrong seems to conquer often ;- Kight Seems to be conquered; - watch and wait; The years bring seeing to our sight, Truth's triumph cometh soon or late. Therefore success I seem to see Makes me not in the evil trust, Nor seems its triumphs sure to me, Rather its failure. God is just.

Blackheath.

W. C. BENNETT. -London Star.

FIFTY YEARS.

For the Fiftieth Anniversary of the Class of Williams College which was graduated in 1813.

BY WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT.

LONG since a gallant, youthful company
Went from these learned shades. The hand of
Time

The years of half a century since that day.
Hath scored upon the perishing works of man
Forth to the world they went in hope, but some
Fell at the threshold, some in mid-career.
Sank down, and some who bring their frosty
brows,

A living register of change, are here,

And from the spot where once they conned the words

Written by sages of the elder time

Look back on fifty years. Large space are they
Of man's brief life, those fifty years; they join
Its ruddy morning to the paler light
Of its declining hours. In fifty years
As many generations of earth's flowers
Have sweetened the soft air of spring, and died.
As many harvests have, in turn, made green
The hills, and ripened into gold, and fallen
Before the sickle's edge. The sapling tree
Which then was planted stands a shaggy trunk,
Moss-grown, the centre of a mighty shade.
In fifty years the pasture grounds have oft
Renewed their herds and flocks, and from the
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New races of the generous steed have neighed
Or pranced in the smooth roads. In fifty years
Ancestral crowns have fallen from kingly brows
For clownish heels to crush; new dynasties
Have climbed to empire, and new commonwealths
Have formed and fallen again to wreck, liks clouds
Which the wind tears and scatters. Mighty names
Have blazed upon the world and passed away,
Their lustre lessening, like the faded train
Of a receding comet. Fifty years
Have given the mariner to outstrip the wind
With engines churning the black deep to foam,
And tamed the nimble lightnings, sending them
On messages for man, and forced the sun
To limn for man upon the snowy sheet
Whate'er he shines upon, and taught the art
To vex the pale dull clay beneath our feet
With chemic tortures, till the sullen mass

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Flows in bright torrents from the furnace-mouth, A shining metal, to be clay no more.

Oh, were our growth in goodness like our growth

In art, the thousand years of innocence
And peace, foretold by ancient prophecy,
Were here already, and the reign of Sin
Were ended o'er the earth on which we dwell.
In fifty years, the little commonwealth,
Our league of States, that, in its early day,
Skirted the long Atlantic coast, has grown
To a vast empire, filled with populous towns
Beside its midland rivers, and beyond
The snowy peaks that bound its midland plains
To where its rivulets, over sands of gold,
Seek the Pacific-till at length it stood
Great 'mid the greatest of the Powers of Earth,
And they who sat upon Earth's ancient thrones
Beheld its growth in wonder and in awe.
In fifty years, a deadlier foe than they-
The Wrong that scoffs at human brotherhood
And holds the lash o'er millions--has become
So mighty and so insolent in its might
That now it springs to fix on Liberty
The death-gripe, and o'erturn the glorious realm
Her children founded here. Fierce is the strife

As when of old the sinning angels strove

To whelm, beneath the uprooted hills of heaven,
The warriors of the Lord. Yet now, as then,
God and the Right shall give the victory.

For us, who fifty years ago went forth
Upon the world's great theatre, may we
Yet see the day of triumph, which the hours
On steady wing waft hither from the depths
Of a serener future; may we yet,
Beneath the reign of a new peace, behold
The shaken pillars of our commonwealth
Stand readjusted in their ancient poise,

And the great crime of which our strife was born
Perish with its accursed progeny.

Hath wrought the quick and changeful light That flitted o'er thy waking face:

It is not smiling, it is Peace

All lovely things are thine at will; Thy soul hath won a sweet release From Earth; yet kept its gladness still?

For Sleep, a partial nurse, though kind
To all her children, yet hath pressed
Some to her heart more close-
we find
She ever loves the youngest best;

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Because they vex her not with aches
And fever pangs to hush to rest;
They need no soothing! She but takes
Them in her arms, and they are blessed!

The double portion there is given;

She binds two worlds within her chain; And now, by golden light of heaven, Thou livest o'er the day again:

My touch must bid those bright links start
And fly asunder; yet for thee

I may not mourn - not far apart
Thy dream and thy reality!

Soon shall I watch within thine eyes
The sweet light startle into morn,
And see upon thy cheek arise
The flushing of a rosy dawn:

The sunshine vainly round thee streams,
And I must rouse thee with a kiss-
Oh! may Life never break thy dreams
With harsher summoning than this!
Good Words.

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