'rs befo' you die an' go right
straight to heaben. G'long wid sich grace!"

"Whar's de use an' de sense uf a pusson's bein' mizzible an' out uf
sorts when he's 'live an' ain't a-sufferin', an' got a good home to go
to when it's all ober? Git out!"

Less elegant in manner, it may be, but quite as good, we think, in
matter, as many a saw and dogma that have been flung at our foolish
world, time out of mind.

We have more than once paralleled our hero, in his passion for martial
renown, to Alexander the Great, Napoleon the Great, and Mumbo Jumbo the
Great. Somewhat singular to say, the parallel does not stop with this
point of common resemblance. According to Mr. Abbott's interminable
eulogy--Mr. Abbott was an American and a clergyman, consequently a
Republican and a Christian--the hero of the Russian Campaign, of
Waterloo, etc., after his retirement to the Rock, became deeply
interested in theology, fighting being no longer a pastime he could
indulge in unless by pugilistic assault on the British guards, which,
contrary to his past experience, would have been entirely at his own
expense, hence uncomfortable. And here we find him talking so well--this
grand disturber of the world's peace--so profoundly, so beautifully, so
reverently, of the Prince of Peace, that we cannot help wondering why he
had never allowed some evidence of his religious sentiments to appear in
his actions, when he stood so conspicuous before the world, and such a
display would have redounded so vastly to his credit--made him "the
Washington of worlds betrayed."

As respects Alexander, the parallel still shows a shadow, though over
the left. The Fighting Nigger, upon retiring from his war-path, tried
his best to do the godly thing, and made his Christian convictions
manifest in the life he wished to live. Alexander, on retiring from his
great war-path, tried to do the godlike thing, and made his heathenish
hallucinations manifest in the death he didn't wish to die.

As to the third worthy in our list, I cannot continue the parallel with
due regard to facts, the imagination of the historian having thrown as
yet no light on the latter days of the great Mumbo Jumbo. But that the
parallel should he found to hold good to the last degree of coincidence,
may safely be inferred from what the lights of our age have been telling
us for the last forty years of the latent saint inherent in the nature
of ebony, from Ham, the favorite son of Noah, down to Uncle