ht forth, one
of the most piquant is a little pamphlet entitled, _Southern Hatred of
the American Government, the People of the North, and Free
Institutions_, recently published by R.F. Wallcut, of Number 221
Washington street, Boston. It consists entirely of selections from the
columns of Southern newspapers--all of them rabid, and we may very truly
add, ridiculous; especially since the fortunes of war have made so much
of their Bobadil bluster appear like the veriest folly. Many of them are
old acquaintances--who, for instance, can have forgotten the following,
from the Richmond _Whig_?

'This war will test the physical virtues of mere numbers. Southern
soldiers ask no better odds than one to three Western and one to
six of the Eastern Yankees. Some go so far as to say that, with
equal weapons, and on equal grounds, they would not hesitate to
encounter twenty times their number of the last.'

As regards those who go so far, it may be remarked that by this time
they have illustrated Father O'Leary's remark of the people who, not
'belaving in Purgathory, wint further and fared worse.' But there is
more of this 'chivalric' spirit in the same article. For instance, it
doubts 'whether any society since that of Sodom and Gomorrah' [Paris is
entirely too mild an example] 'has been _more thoroughly_ steeped in
_every_ species of vice than that of the Yankees.' Infanticide is hinted
at as prevailing as extensively as in China. The Yankees 'pursue with
envy and malignity every excellence that shows itself among them
unconnected with money; and a gentleman there stands no more chance of
existence than a dog does in the Grotto del Cano!'

The elegance and refinement of the same editorial from the _Whig_,
appears from the following. A portion, which we omit, is too foully
indecent for republication:

' ... The Yankee women, scraggy, scrawny, and hard as whip-cord,
breed like Norway rats, and they fill all the brothels of the
continent.... But they multiply--the only scriptural precept they
obey--and boast their millions. So do the Chinese; so do the
Apisdae, and all other pests of the animal kingdom. Pull the bark
from a decayed log, and you will see a mass of maggots full of
vitality, in constant motion and eternal gyration, one crawling
over one, and another creeping under another, all precisely alike,
all intently engaged in preying upon one another, and