perience in by-gone days with the manuscripts of the chivalry,
will shrug his shoulders with a smile as he recalls the reams of
reechoes of Northern writers, and not unfrequently of mere 'sensation'
third-rate writers at that, which he was wont to receive from Dixie. And
amid all his vaunts and taunts, the consciousness of this intellectual
inferiority never left the Southerner. It stimulated his hatred--it
rankled in his heart. He might boast or lie--and his chief statistician,
De Bow, was so notoriously convicted of falsifying facts and figures
that the assertion, as applied to him, is merely historical--but it was
of no avail. The Northern school and the Northern college continued to
be the great fountain of North-American intellect, and the Southerner
found himself year by year falling behind-hand intellectually and
socially as well as numerically. As a last resort, despairing of victory
in the _real_, he plunged after the wild chivalric dream of
independence; of Mexican and Cuban conquest; of an endless realm and a
reopened slave-trade--or at least of holding the cotton mart of the
world. It is all in vain. We of the same continent recognize no right in
a very few millions to seize on the land which belongs as much to our
descendants and to the labor of all Europe and of the world as it does
to them. They have _no right_ to exclude white labor by slaves. A
Doughface press may cry, Compromise; and try to restore the _status quo
ante bellum_, but all in vain. The best that can be hoped for, is some
ingenious temporary arrangement to break the fall of their old
slaveholding friends. It is not as _we_ will, or as _we_ or _you_ would
_like_, that what the Southerners themselves term a conflict of races,
can be settled. People who burn their own cities and fire their own
crops are going to the dire and bitter end; and the Might which under
God's providence is generally found in the long run of history to be the
Right--will triumph at last.

As has been intimated in the foregoing passages, the antipathy of the
South to the North is deeply seated, springing from such rancor as can
only be bred between a claim to social superiority mingled with a bitter
consciousness of inferiority in nearly all which the spirit of the age
declares constitutes true greatness. It is almost needless to say, that
with such motives goading them on, with an ignorant, unthinking mass for
soldiers, and with unprincipled politicians who have to a wa