rticle consists in a fierce onslaught on
foreigners, all of whom, save those now resident in the South, are to be
excluded from citizenship and office. 'With the exception of these, and
after that time, no more votes should be allowed, and no' more offices
be held, except by _native-born_ citizens of the confederacy.'

'The naturalization law of the old Government has proved of little
benefit to the Southern States. Whilst our Southern adopted
citizens have proven themselves reliable, faithful, and true to
our institutions of the South, those of the North, who outnumber
them twenty to one, have universally arrayed themselves foremost
and in front of Lincoln's hordes in the work of rapine, murder, and
destruction against the South. _Hereafter then, we can make no
distinction between the Yankee and the foreigner, and both must
necessarily be debarred of the privilege of citizenship in this
confederacy._'

Delony, it seems, has 'viewed this question in all its bearings,'
'foremost and in front' of course included, and deems its adoption
eminently essential to the future stability and welfare of the
confederacy. The abolition of _all_ impost duties and a system of direct
taxation, are of course warmly advocated--meaning thereby the ruin of
Northern manufactures by smuggling European goods over our border. In
short, he sets forth plainly what is as yet far from being felt or
generally understood, that the independence of the Southern confederacy
must inevitably bring with it the total ruin of the North, and the
entire exclusion from its citizenship and offices of all persons other
than native-born Southerners.

'Article V.' is one of those intensely snobbish, sickening,
self-conscious essays on 'Gentility,' which none but a Southerner is
capable of writing. The innate vulgarity of its author, 'J. T. Wiswall,
of Alabama,' is shown in such expressions as 'a pretty Romeo of
seventeen, that looks as charming as sweet sixteen, _gallused up_ in
tight unmentionables,' and in artless confessions that he--J. T.
Wiswall--belongs to a class above the snob, but still to one 'whose
conversation stalks as on stilts,' and which is foppish, effeminate, and
ostentatious. The conclusion is, of course, the worship of
'aristocracy,' a worship of which, as J.T. Wiswall infers from his own
shallow reading and flimsy experience, exists 'in every heart.' The
wants of the rich, their 'toys and gau