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was that the war was to bring the ut jj back into the Union, and so, in one the war did ; for, it lias brought them into a union of hearts and a union ~f hands that was never so compact, ever so determined, never so universal, r i now. Added to this element of strength—for the cry is that that “the G oU tb is powerless/’ and lam seeking M show that it is not powerless— is an thcr most potent instrumentality. The nances are now the weak point of the Vortti, just as Slavery was, in one sense, t*he weak point of the South ; and. just as /mancipation struck the South between ‘he joints of its harness, Repudiation can i e made to smite the North under the £fth rib. Some day, the South will have a vote that must, and will be, respected, let it but be distinctly understood that, :f this present oppression continues, she will, in memory of it hereafter, cast that vote for a repudiation of the public ileht, and such an impression would un settle the price of U. S. securities in tvei v market in this country and Europe. The simple declaration of the intent, is all that is needed. The proposition to be nia ,je—and it is a proposition that the North, flushed as it is with victory, can not afford to disregard—is, If you will let un done, now, we will guarantee to abide, hereafter , of our free will, by such settlement as you may make of jour financial question; but , if you persist in our present oppression, we icill cost one solid vole for repudiation the eery instant ice get a chance. It is well known that a large portion of the people of the North, about 60 per cent, of those voting at the late election for Sey mour, are secretly in favor of repudiation— a circumstance which largely tends to the present depreciated credit of the United States —and if, added to this fear, should come up a solid declaration from the South of intent to repudiate it, it can well be seen that this cruel money oligarchy ♦bat was built up by the war, and has just succeeded in electing Grant, would receive a shock like a thunderbolt. To restrain the South from letting it be known that she will repudiate, at the first oppor tunity, if farther wronged, there is no moral consideration. Neither in honor, nor in ethics, is there any obligation on the South to pay this debt. It is not her debt. Siie never received any valuable consideration, and is not bound, therefore, in foro conscientice, to return any equiv alent. The only obligation of this debt is the obligation of force, and when the force goes, the obligation goes, too. More over, it will be rembered that this is the age of “equal rights/' and as the North forced the South to repudiate her debt, it will be hut poetic justice for the South to force the North to repudiate hers. All of which is respectfully commended to the attention of those who think, or say, that the South is powerless, forgetting that it is the universal teaching of history, that, in no total population of, say 38,000,000, have 10,000,000 ever been an unimportant, or impotent, integral part. Before long, the report of the U. S. treasury for 1808 will be out, and from Home advance sheets a few items of inte rest are to be culled. For the fiscal year ending June 30, 1868, the disbursements on account of Ihe public debt were, in coin, $103,469,558 58; in currency, $05,425,301.83 ; total in currency, with geld at 40, $168,900,081. The War Department took $147,515,524.96, or, at 'he rate of about $400,000 per day. The .'uvy, Diplomatic, Civil, and Miscellane ous, lists, took about $126,000,000, making the cost of the “ best Govern ment the world ever saw,” for one year • profound peace, in the neighborhood of cuTious item, worthy of passing note, to ' v y : “received from conscience money, 5i9, 114.1 ].” Occasionally, you see, • ■mebody who has robbed the revenue —d, indeed, there can be a robbery ot a robbery— feels pricked in conscience, sends the amount of the theft, anony mously, to the Treasury. Here it is re 'mded in a separate account, and it is oas y f° estimate the value of the public "hscience, for the past fiscal year, down to a cent. -^ e gro named Roberts, formerly t resident of the Liberian Republic, and l) .°' v resident of the State College in CoUQ try, is at present travelling a ’ ]l these parts, extolling the Re public, and begging funds for his school, ot his revelations are of interest. 600,000 inhabitants, 'about U ’ Jjo Woes from the United States, ruf, , scen^ au 6 the remaining r ,0()0 tlie wildest kind of wild niggers Gallas, and so on, who vindi- ? heir inalienable rights of citizen nP having an army of wives and an ooean °f children—he being decidedly l “ best man who has the most citT- and the most cubs. Slavery, it 15 SaJ sa y, exists in this nigritudinou* Republic, the polygamous and fecund citizens insisting on the “ peculiar institution,” and the emigrants allowing them to have their way, for fear that” otherwise, the wild brethren might turn to and ear them. To correct these small failings, Roberts has a College, in which he seeks to educate the young ones of these many-wived suffragans, and, as it has to be done gratis, is over here begging means. To conclude this dark chapter, I may say, that no white man is allowed, under any circumstances, to vote in this Negro Republic, or eveu to hold land, and that not even the Negroes can vote unless they have an educational and pro perty qualification—the former by special law. The suffrage provisions of the Li berian Constitution, are, perhaps, of in terest, and, therefore, subjoined verbatim : “ Sec. 12. No person shall be entitled to hold real estate in this Republic, un less he be a citizen of the same. “ Sec. 13 The great object of forming these Colonies, being to provide a home for the dispersed and oppressed children of Africa, and to regenerate and enlighten this benighted continent, none but per sons of color shall be admitted to citizen ship in this Republic.”—-Art. V. “Sec. 11. All elections shall be by ballot; and every male citizen of twenty one years of age, possessing real estate, shall have the right of suffrage.”—Art. I. These provisions are pretty strong, as strong, perhaps, as the legislators who made them, and, yet, though they show that the white man cannot vote in the black man’s country, it is gravely pro posed here that the black man shall vote in the white man’s. It will be remembered that, some time since, a Gen. Kilpatrick, of the United States Army, and now United States Minister to Chili, a person of very noi some reputation, charged Gen. Forrest with nailing Negroes, at Fort Pillow, to the fence, and then setting it on fire. In denying this gross calumny, Forrest de nounced Kilpatrick as a liar and poltroon, and intimated that he stood ready to jus tify those epithets by arms. The IJ. S. General and U. S. Minister to Chili, in response, refuses either to retractor light. This, you will see, is eminently in accord with the “ superior civilization.” It is all right, according to this, to abuse and villify a man, but all wrong to apologize, and, as to fighting, why that’s where the “ barbarism” comes in. It is a “relic of slavery” to believe that a man should either have.moral courage enough to do another man right by a retraction, or physical courage enough to give him that' sort of satisfaction we first read of in Scripture, in the celebrated affair of honor between Gen. Goliath, of Gath, and Mr. David. As to Kilpatrick, further, it may be said, that he is as potent an ora tor as he is an accomplished gentleman. He made violent speeches in Massachu setts against Butler, at SIOO per speech, and, wherever he spoke, the “ trooly loil” showed their appreciation of his eloquence by rolling up unprecedented majorities for the Beast. It is pleasant to know that the Banner of the South grows so rapidly in favor. The people of the South are all right, though some of those who claim to repre sent them are unspeakably fishy, and will, so fast as the Banner comes to their notice, show their appreciation of a jour nal which, so far from whining out, “ We thought we were right,” says “We were right, and are right, and history will so record it.” Tyrone Powers. — Gypsies made their first nppearance in Hungary in the year 1417, in the reign of Sigismund. In Northern Hungary, inhabited by Slavonians, they acquired domestic habits. In Southern Hungary, they remained nomadic. The color of these gypsies varies from white to red. In Hungary proper they number 30,000 to 40,000. There their trades are black smiths, musicians, and horse-dealers. Maria Teresa endeavored to interest them in agricultural pursuits, but unsuccess fully. It is told of a band of 1,000 of these gypsies, that they successfully de fended a fortress against a more numerous force. Driving back their assailants,they boasted that their victory would have been more complete, if they had not ex pended their powder. Hearing this, the enemy returned, captured the fort, .and, to their disgrace, killed every gypsy. Alphabetical List of Reasons for getting Married. —A man gets married from ambition, from blindness, from cun ning, from devotion, from ebriety, from fol ly, from giddiness, from heroism, from idio cy, from jauntiness, from kindness, from love, from malice, from nonchalence, from obstinacy, from pig-headiness, from quarrelsomeness, from raggedness, from spite, from toadyism, from utilitarianism, from virtue, from want, from (unknown quantity) youth, from zanyism. There is a story of a man who got married be cause he inherited a four-post bedstead, and of another man who got married because he had bought a piece of silk cheap, at a sale, and wanted a wife to give it to. •BIEEIS ©g ffliaffimrf':' A Noble Poem. The following beautiful and manly stanzas were, in part, published some time since in a paper in Albany, New York, of which City the gifted Author is a citizen. They hare since been added to and revised, and from a manuscript, by the Author himself, we publish them in their attractive perfection. The skill of versifica tion is excellent, but inferior to the vigor and nobili ty of the thought We thank the gifted Author for his sympathy, and our enemies will admire, even if they have not the manhood to practice, the magnanimity so nobly advocated. — Louisville Courier, IS IT A DREAM? I saw a nation glorious and free, Leading a darkened world to Liberty, First in the van, impetuous to strike The festering chains from limb and soul alike, Far o’er the rear-ward legions shining gleam Her star-gemmed banner. Was it but a dream ? Her life was young; her poets, fresh and bold, Sang hymns prophetic, centuries foretold Os peace and plenty ; eloquent and wise, And pure and just, jurists aud.statesmen rise To shape her destinieß, a God-like scheme Os Right triumphant, Was it but a dream? No loug, dark records of a barbarous age Os blood and rapine, dimmed her history’s page, No feudal chieftain held her virgin soil, No conquering despot seized her for his spoil, An equal people held the power supreme With law and order. Was it but a dream ? The latest and noblest born of time, Her mission and destiny sublime ; Peoples to fuse with peoples, and restore Heaven’s first design, that w r ar should rage no more, The abject, wailing nations to redeem, And band them brothers. Was it but a dream ? The teeming West—-a continent—her domain, Where she sat peerless in her gentle reign ; The sun, up-rising from Ins Atlantic bed, On her broad brow his roseate honors shed, And smiled upon her when liis latest beam Warmed the Pacific. Was it but a dream ? Strong was she in her fresh, exuberant health, Ships, mines, fields, workshops, deluged her with wealth; New States—young Empires—from the prolific stock, In vast accretions lock and interlock, By bonds of kin, faith, interest, it would seem Welded forever. Was it but a dream ? It passed. I saw her ghastly, stained with blood, Pale in the sombre weeds of widowhood; Her broad fields, ridged and furrowed, wave on wave— War's cruel tillage—harvest of the grave; I saw her dungeons foul with victims teem, And hate, wrong, greed hold sway. Was it but a dream ? Her sacred laws, her cherished memories, Her proud traditions—all the good and wise Os her best days could teach—control no more ; Her creeds are blotted out with tears and gore; Her priests between the porch and altar scream, Frantic for blood. Ah, God! is it a dream ? Hosts against hosts, who, lately, hand with hand, Grasps kindly, now, in ranks embattled stand, And bayonet thrust, and hiss of shot and shell, And shriek and groan, the tale of horror tell. Meek Saviour! hear not frantic men blaspheme Who now invoke Thee! Is it but a dream ? Death in the field, death in the crowded camp, Death on the march, death in the bivouac damp, Death in the cell, death in gaunt Famine’s clasp, Death's victims fall too fast for sense to grasp, O’er all the blighted land Death reigns supreme And hell rejoices. Is it but a dream ? So horror upon horror ghastly grow; Who talked of pity to the infuriate crew, With curse and yell was silenced, till at last The vengeful storm, exhausted, blight and blast, Ceased from the soil the red hot flood to steam; Sick w ith revenge we rest. Is it a dream ? Peace, yet no peace, blind passion yet holds sway, Malice and hate, insatiate, hold their prey; Greedy, for plunder, drunk with lawless power, Fierce Anarchs rule the woe-begotten hour, And all that just or merciful we deem, ' Frantic and scolliug, spurn. Is it a dream ? “ Fee Viclisl" is the cry with fury frought— Warning and prayer are scorned and set at naught; False as cogged dice, the shameful ballots cheat, Proscription, ruin, make the work complete, And omens teach us that again may stream, The blood so newly staunched. Is it a dream ? Day-star of Freedom, sinking into night, Must we forever lose thy holy light ? If we now Buffer thee to Set iu gloom, Ours is the crime—we well deserve our doom ; God’s vengeful thuuders gather ; ere they break, And shatter and destroy us, let us wake. [Fortlia Banner of the South.] LEAVES FROM THE BOOK OF NATURE. DY MRS. SUSAN H. WADDELL. “Keep Nature’s great Original in view, And thence the living images pursue.” Horace’s Art of Poetrt. How many lessons of humility and self distrust are taught to reflecting and ob servant minds, by the vast and ever changing kaleidoscope of Nature ! We often pass wonders unheeded; wonders, which should fill our souls with adoration of the Divine wisdom and goodness of Omnipotence. There is not a blade of grass, or a pebble, but has its mission to fulfil, in the sublime economy of Nature ; and the in sect, whose structure is but a degree above inanimate matter, possesses, in common with the most exqusite and com plex being, a message for us from on High, if we should but pause to read it. In sandy regions, we daily pass a little cavity in the earth; it is an inverted cone, and no geometrician, with his instru ments of science, can sketch one more accurately. This is the work of a small insect resembling very much a gray spider, except that its body is longer and its legs shorter. It is his home ; and he may have many saloons and chambers in his subterraneous abode, as Huber dis covered in the possession of the ant, during his unparalleled researches into the natural history of the bee and ant. Poor Huber! When he had arrived, in liis patient investigations, to a degree of knowledge his predecessors had never attained, he became blind. The accidental tall of a small bug or other insect, in passing this cavity, at once developesthe wonderful adaptation of Nature to the wants of the Ant-lion. It is evident that the habitation of this animal is construct ed in this artistic manner for the purpose of entrapping unwary travellers on the highway of life, and thereby securiug food lor its inmates; for, in each attempt the bug makes to escape from the pit into which it has fiillen, the invisible inhabitant will flirt a shower of sand upward, and the doomed Sisyphus instantly comes down again. This is repeated until the bug* is too much exhausted to make any further attempts to escape, and it is now that the lord of the cave will appear, seize his prisoner, and vanish into the earth. A small species of Mason-Wasp builds for her offspring a habitation of fine clay. She attaches it to a wall, or some uniform surface, which happens to be near the place of her nativity. Iu structure, it resembles the kraal, or hut, of a Hotten tot, and is divided into compartments. In each of these, there is deposited one or two eggs, and a given number of spiders; the divisions are now carefully sealed, and the little building left entirely to Na ture. When the young are hatched, they find their food already provided for them, and so wc*ll is this provision adapt ed to their necessities, that, when they have devoured the last of the spiders, they are prepared to perforate their prison wall, and wing themselves away to their tribe. The manner in which this little Mason W asp supplies herself with food is very interesting. She flies around and about, until she observes the web of a spider; this she reconnoitres, and, when satisfied as to the strength of its silken fortifica tions, she darts suddenly into the web, and soon is entangled in its meshes. She struggles, and her notes are those of dis tress and terror. This induces the spider to come forth, and, fiudiug her entangled in his web, he seizes her for his prey. At thisjuncture, she quickly secures him, in turn, breaks the silken eordage with as much ease as she would shake the cow from her wings and, Hying away, feasts upon him, or places him in her reservoir. Biology teaches us that the Universe is filled with such examples as these, and, in them, we discover one great trutli: r J here can be no life, but through death. This is practically and physiologically true in regard to our material existence; for, daily life is sustained by a sacrifice of life in some form. There is not one modification of matter, animal or vegeta ble, but sutlers death, r.hat physical life may be sustained. The animal bleeds, and the ripe fruits or vegetables are cut dowu and consumed, to preserve life. Thus, in typical harmony with all of the works of God, we find the Sacrifice of the Saviour of the world ! From the earliest ages of which we have any record, until the era of our Redeemer, sacrifices appear to have been innate iu the human mind. And how many moral sacrifices do we suffer through our souls or minds, ere death bestows upon us new life and im mortality. “What deaths we suffer ere we die.” Some physiologists regard mind as the result of an organization of matter, and believe that it cannot exist in a state of separation from it. We would say, may not the soul, or mind, in the dissolution of the body, as sume a gaseous, invisible form, and pass to spheres where affinities, suited to its new existence, surround it ? We cannot say this is not so, for the reason that we cannot sec this result, as in other philo sophical investigations; for, animalculae exists in every variety of form around and about us, and are yet invisible and intangible to our senses. This w*e know to be true from the developments made by magnifying lenses since Roger Racon’s day, and the modern improvements of Sir David Brewster in this truly magnificent discovery. Here, in this vase, is a flower, which, but yesterday, til led the apartment with fragrance; to-day, it is withered and dis colored, petal after petal is falling from it, and its vitality is gone forever. Where is the odor ? We perceive it not, and yet, like mind, it surely existed. There is the flower, but the fragrance is gone, leaving no traces of its flight, no clue to its dwelling place. So flits away the soul. Pythagoras, among the ancients, and Sir Humphrey Davy, iu modern times, assure us, that, from the commencement of lime, there has never been one atom of matter lost —that it only assumes an other form; and, yet, jthe mind, that greatest of the. works of our Creator, is believed, by some, to perish with its finite body. If there are to he found so many exquisite adaptations of cause and effect, and so many remedies provided for evils incident to every condition of animal and \ e ® G able life, why should we doubt that e sou is provided for in the unerring economy of Omnipotence? No! no! if and the physiology and anatomy of Nature teaches us this truth, how then can the soul alone be neglected and forgotten, when we agree that it is the greatest of terrestrial creations ! Those splendid and hallowed fires kin dled each night, and from century to century above us, may be the future dwelling places of souls: “In my Father’s house are many mansions. ” We see them iu their silent orbits, and we wonder, and gaze, and wonder. Why not believe that they are, in their mysterious beauty, the future homes of disembodied s mis ? Enough, that they have never been explored, and yet exist. There is some thing that the knife and magnifier have not yet reached, and, as they do exist and are still unknown, so may we infer that the soul need not be annihilated, for the reason that it is inscrutable to faculties so finite as ours. ROMAN CELEBRITIES, PIUS IX. I ius IX. is of middle height, some what stout, with a slow and laborious gait. There is nothing very remarkable in liis person; but he has beautiful hands; a small foot; his head attracts and rivets your attention. With the exception of the chin, which is rather heavy, the fea tures are regular; the mouth conveys a harassed, anxious expression, indicative of scorn and irony to those who know not how to read suffering in its outline: the complexion is fair, but of a sickly pallor, and the entire physiognomy so clearly defined, has something severe and arbi trary, which, to some, reveals indomita ble perseverance; to others, a determina tion which nothing can subdue. But Pius IX. has spoken. From those con tracted lips a voice issues, resonant and gentle, harmonious and penetrating. From hfe eye, fixed in repose, dart forth a thousand rays! A transfiguration is ac complished. INAUGURATION OF HIS PONTIFICATE. Everyone knows how Pius IX. scarcely seated on the “ Sedia Gestatoria,” inau gurated his Pontificate. The doors of the political prisons were thrown open without reserve; the Swiss Guards dis banded ; the clergy submitted to taxa tion; and, on the 14th of March, 1848, a liberal constitution was accorded to the Roman people amidst great enthusiasm. Pius IX. courageously put himself at the head of the movement ; but it overpower ed him. Ou the 15th of November, 1848, his Minister, Rossi, was assassinated; the revolution was in Corso; the Holy Father abandoned the Vatican, and took refuge in the Quirinal. CARDINAL ANTONELLI. Giacomo Antonelli is a muscular man, of commanding stature, possessing an easy carriage, with a head well poised upon athletic shoulders; the hair is cut short. His high forehead has, at its base, thick eyebrows, forming a dark straight line, which shelter beneath well developed stag-like eyes, whence issue a clear, quiet, almost melancholy glance, which caD, however, according to humor, be crnie most fascinatingly pleasing; an aquiline nose, with fleshy, but very flexi ble nostrils; rather thin mouth, plain in repose, put plainer when it smiles ; but the eye redeems the mouth ; a high narrow jaw, and a flat but well formed chin, make up 4 a countenance whose general expression conveys rather disdain than pride, scorn than wrath; but, more than all, an indomitable determination. He was born on the 2d April, 1006, at Sonino —classic land of brigandage; his family, though poor, could number among its members more than one Knight who died in defence of the Holy Sepulchre - . His father was a poor woodcutter, who toiled hard, yet found his earnings bare ly sufficient to support four children. One of his friends proposed to have his son Giacomo entered in the Roman University, an offer of which he gladly availed himself. The boy’s progress was rapid; a precocious intelligence, joined to an extraordinary memory, attracted his master’s notice. Gregory XVI. interest ed himself in the young mountaineer, who became successively a Prelate, As sessor of the Superior Criminal Tribu nal, and delegate at Orvieto and Viter bo; eventually, Cardinal Lambrusehini confided to him the Portfolio of Finance. MONSIGNOR DE MERODE. Menage, in his Etymological Dictiona ry of the French language, at the word 5