eason to fear the immediate catastrophe
of the Millennium from any excess of benevolence on the part of
Mr. Cushing and his party toward white men, (whose cause he
professes to espouse,) we are inclined to look forward with
composure to any results that are likely to follow from sporadic
cases of sympathy with black ones. There is no reason for turning
alarmist. In spite of these highly-colored forebodings, it will be a
great while before our colored fellow-citizens, or fellow-denizens,
(or whatever the Dred Scott decision has turned them into,) will
leave mourning-cards in Beacon Street, or rear mulatto-hued houses
on that avenue which it is proposed to build from the Public Garden
into the sunset.

It is adroit in Mr. Cushing thus to shift the front of his defence,
but it is dreadfully illogical. It is very convenient to make it
appear that this is a quarrel of races; for, in such a case, a
scruple of prejudice will go farther than a hundredweight of argument.
In assuming to be the champion of the downtrodden whites against the
domineering blacks, Mr. Cushing enlists on his side the sympathy and
admiration which are sure to follow the advocate of the weak and the
defenceless. He comes home to New England, finds his own color
proscribed, and at once takes the part of _amicus curiae_ for the
weak against the strong in the forum of Humanity. We do not wonder,
that a gentleman, who has devoted so much ingenuity, so much time
and talent, to making black appear white, should at last deaden the
nicety of his sense for the distinction between the two, and thus
reverse the relation of the two colors; but we do wonder, that, in
choosing Race as a convenient catchword, he should not see that he
is yielding a dangerous vantage-ground to the Native American Party,
whose principles he seems so pointedly to condemn. We say _seems_,
--for he is carefully indefinite in his specifications, and hedges
his opinions with a thicket of ambiguous phrases, which renders it
hard to get at them, and leaves opportunity for future evasion. If a
war of race be justifiable in White against Black, why not in
so-called Anglo-Saxons against Kelts? The one is as foolish and as
wicked as the other, and the only just method of solution is the
honest old fair field and no favor, under which every race and every
individual man will assume the place destined to him in the order of
Providence. We have a great distrust of ethnological assumptions; for
there