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Bedford. Pa.. Nov. 23. 1865 JtxKS F. SiirSK, ESQ : Dear Fir: —The undersigned having been ap ;nted a committee bv the Keystone Club of Bed : r J, to request for publication a copy of your truly able lecture, delivered before that association. Monday evening. 2ftth inst.. take this mode of | reforming that moat agreeable duty, Hoping tharf ! .. a will not fail to favor us with the desired copy. ' Vp re rosin Respectfully yours. 0 E. SHANNON. i W. T DAI GHERTY, J Committee. . N.J.LYONS, \ York. Pa., Nov. 2b. 1865 To O. E. Shannon, 11'. T. Dougherty rind -Y. li/oiis. Esq's. Committee: Hemlemkv The copy of my lecture before the Keystone Club of Bedford, which you requested in i ar note of the 23d inst.. is herewith placed at 'oar disposal, with sincere thanks for the kind I Spirit which dictated the request. Very trulv and respectfully. vours. JAMES F. SHUNK. ! propose, to night, to discuss, as ful- '< !y as I can, within the limits of an i hour, the Literature of the Abolitioti Yan- I ■.if. Tlie subject is almost a novel one. \ WVhave had no time and lieen in no ! mood during the past five years, to ex- | amine the structure of the Yankee's prose, to count the feet in his couplets, ; ur to discuss the merits or the morality of either. He has given Us muling of' another and heavier kind, which could ; not lie put off. He hits entertained us ; with tax-bills which took away our money, and proclamations which stood in stead of our laws, has diverted our attention from the light and demoraliz ing literature of the stalls, to the peru -a! of healthy tracts, showing to our j delighted minds the blessings of ana-; fional debt and the joys of an early death in the arms of Conscription. To suppose a people with such pressing lit erature as this thrust into their hands, capable of reading anything else, is to give mankind credit for an amount of industry andaileal of ~rt that there is no writing in the Kng-1 -h language so thrilling, or which ex- ; cites such livelv personal interest in the : * I reader, as the notice that he has been drafted and has ten days allowed him in ; which to prepare for glory or death.— ! The hard prose of the Conscription Act, j has shaken hearts with a mightier touch than the loftiest lines of Skakspeare or the tenderest melody of Hums, pre- i cisely in the proportion as it is sadder j and more tragic for a human creature 1 to read his own doom than to dream o-1 vt-r the woes and tears of visionary men j and women, or of generations that are in the dust. Nor is the tax-collector a •< ttcr friend to study than the provost marshal. It is inipossibleto read poetry j with satisfaction when you are engaged j in estimating the comparative advan tage of being shot or starved, conscript ed or sold out of a home. < Kles, ballads, j plays, histories,novels, are alike impo- | tent to engage the attention of the eit- j l.'t-n, who is listening to thebreathingof! igovernment spy at his keyhole, wait- j agfor the rap of a provost-guard at I lib door, or watching from his window for the approach of the bayonets which i are to stimulate his patriotism. Since, j then, the awful scenes of the years just j pari, have afforded us no time to charm •■ur mind- with the fancies of the world's C-'-ri men, it is not likely that we I "hould have given many midnights to I seribblings of the meanest race that j H \>r read books or wrote them. I lenee ! ' is that my subject is not a hackneyed < one. Before we go further it is well to un "island that by the Abolition Yankee \ f refer, and refer solely, to that hand of i •" 7 "ftlignants who now dominate over N,, w England, and, as h&- been most truly said, "rule us for their pleasure i an, i plunder us for their profit." There 'ft Democracy in the Eastern States j l "hieh we must all respect and clingto, i ' merely because they are one with : u " in devotion to the constitution of our ; '"try, one with us in their contempt; ,r the "higher law," one with us in the ,i jV . . ' . eriumation to preserve this govern it as a heritage for white men and I '""■ children, hut because they brave steadfastly, and year by year, cast ■"•♦ utterly hopeless for present effect, "'he calm belief that God will bring j letter days, and that, in any event, ; 'is letter to be right than to be pop- ! " :r - livery word that we can utter ' '"nunciation of the cruel and corrupt ! !lt "mists is a word of praise to the j men who have stood up against ! 11 in his home, and who have fearless- ; "'•ught to wipe from their own stati-s j "hgnaa of his crimes and to re the rest of the land from the ms'oi his rule. The names of such j • l> l'ierce andTouccy andSeyniour ' the Curtises'are thrice dear to us j they haveproclaimed the truth j "'oofi steadfast to it in the face of; .. """ l ferocious and lawless majority A r held a land under its heel. said that my subject is a novel i m . 11 n "vertheless, one of the most """Gnt that ran engage your atten- ®lje Ucbfori) #<Gdlc. BY MEYERS & MENGEL. tion. It is impossible to overrate the power of books, of reading of all kinds. A printed word is the most potent in fluence on earth. The speech of an or ator, no matter how eloquent he may be, no matter how much his music may charm the ear of those who hear him, dies out of the mind. You are delight- Ed with it; you repeat it; you chat ü bout it with your friends. But time weakens the impression. The words begin to fail and to be forgotten ; new I sights and sounds crowd them out of recollection. But a printed book is a nother thing. It addresses itself per | sistently, constantly and forever, to the I eye and to the mind. Children read it : although it may be but the rubbish of i a library. It fastens its impression on young minds and old,with a firm, sharp touch which is beyond the power of spoken words, and which, if it begins to fade, can be deepened and renewed j as often as you take up the forgotten pages, it never dies. Every where in the land you will find books, written | by inconsiderable and even contempti i bio men, bought by chance and preserv ed by accident, which have influenced i the minds of the millions who make up the people. To ignore such an influ ence, or to attempt to slight it, is as idle an undertaking as to seek to stay the flow of the tides or stop the sun in his rising. Y<g must accept it; you must re ; cognize it—the only thing you can do ' is to regulate it, and divert a flood which j cannot be checked into channels from ! which you and your children may draw | the water of life. The abolition Yankees were the first i people in the country to recognize this j power. Deny them everything else — | take away from them all the virtues to which they have no claim, honor, pa triotism, common honesty—you must still concede to them the craft which sc ; lects the fittest means for a chosen end. They know the value of types and ink, | the power of newspapers, the might of books, the witchery of words which ad dress the eye and which speak to a peo ple in their homes, by their hearth stones, and all the time. i t is hardly necessary to say anything to a Pennsylvania audience, especially if there are any middle-aged persons ; among it, of Yankee cunning. The time | is even within my recollection, when the vendors of tin-ware, clocks and split-leather Iwots, swooped, summer by i summer, from the recesses of the North through the peaceful defiles and valleys of this innocent old .State, 011 their an nual pilgrimage of swindling. Thou i f'■e&- t f he?sSßln Yias Ffot yet'iYided, have | been vexed out of all patience by those i deceptive pots and kettles whijjh glit j tered so fair in the sunshine, and lost ; their bottoms with such provoking a lacritv when they were set upon the fire. Thousands of stalwart men, not : old enough now to escape the grasp of a Conscription Act, have had their toes < peep out and their feet go bare through ! those boots which the entieingeloquence ■of the wagon-man would not suffer | them to refuse. Clocks are still stand ing 011 the mantel-piece of manyacoun- I try homestead whose moveless hands, ' although unable to tell the time, speak loud enough of the rogue who brought them from the East. The yeomanry j of Pennsylvania purchased their knowl ! edge of the Yankee, dearly, with hard ! cash, and with a good deal of it. But they hare the knowledge, and, if they I remember it and apply it now, they i have driven no hard bargain. | The tin-ware, the split-leather, the clock businesses, have all passed away. ' The gentlemen who vended those val ■ uahle commodities have retired upon their fortunes. Someof them have be- I come saints, and are preaching the gos , iel; some of them Senators and are doctoring the Constitution; some of them contractors, and have set their squadrons on the field armed withcast j iron sabres, mounted on skeleton hors- I es, and clad in picturesque rags of shod- Jdy; someof them poets,and are tun ! ing their lyres in praise of John Brown and the noble black ; but all of them — Senator, saint, shoddy-contractor and tuneful warbler alike, are simply clock i and tin-podlers in a new disguise. Their lyrics and their essays are of a piece with their kettles and their shoe leather. They are a sham. The artist 1 who ha< spent his early years in the contrivance of mechanical cheats is not j likely, wnen he turns his attention to j poetry, to forsake his old tricks, or es j tablish any very close correspondence with the Muses. His sauce-pans and his similes, his shoe-pegs and his meta phors, are equally ingenious frauds. He is alike a dishonest tinker, whether he i wields the pen, or holds the lap-stone. Hence, the Abolition Literature is not the out-cropping of spontaneous genius, nor even the result of honest and pa tient labor. It is made to sell, to cheat, to deceive, not to improve or instruct. Its histories are artful and malicious inventions, designed to varnish the in ; famies which have blackened the whole I history of the Party of Negro Emanci pation, and to defame the Party of the constitution which held these States in j firm and glorious Union as long as the | reins of power were in their hands. Its theology has nothing in it of the spirit of Christ and the Apostles, or of the longlineof worthies of ullages, of which j each sect and sub-division of the Church | can claim its share, whose patient, inno- I cent, prayerful lives were given to seek ing a clearer knowledge of God and bringing aliens and wanderers into closer communion with him. On the contrary, it is a kind of mixed, mad nonsense, made up of a series of inco- BEDFORD. PA.. FRIDAY MORNING, JANUARY 5. 1866. herent interpretations of the Gospel, or strictures upon it. by insolent exhorters who rate their own bellowings higher than the thunders of Sinai. No two of them precisely agree in tiie portions of the Sacred Book which they scout and defy; in the exact texts which are to he cast out and rejected; but they are beautifully united in scorning and sneer ing at all of it which does not accord with the schemes, the passions, or the aggrandizement of each. The songs of this Abolition Litera ture are by no means suggestive of the trill of birds which sing because song is their natural speech. The nasal pipe of the Puritan has nothing of the war bleof thewoodsaboutit. Hisatteinpts to chirp after the fashion of Nature's born minstrels afford no pleasure, it is true; but it is the pleasure of a down right, hearty, shaking laugh at the lu dicrous failure of the poor devil, who fancies, because he has counterfeited nutmegs with success, he can manipu late melody, and cheat you as readily in song. To affect a thorough acquaintance with everything the Abolition Yankee has put into print, would imply an im mense amount of leisure and a very small amount of tasteonthe part of the person who might set up any such claim. As it is not necessary to drink perpetu ally of the waters of the Nile, or even to take more than a single glass of il to taste its flavor and judge its quality, so with the tide of literary trash which, year by year, rolls from its New Eng land fountains through ten thousand channels over all the rest of the land. It is as monotonous a mass as the cur rent of the great "Father of Waters," and, I may add, quite as muddy. In deed, one of the most amazing things about the productions of these people, is the sameness of their modes of think ing, their habit of looking at a subject and their fashion of discus-ingit. Their minds seem to be cast in one mould. Intellectually they areas much alikeas little pigs are physically. They are al 1 equally incapable of soaringfor one mo ment above the bleak area of the sheep walks and onion-patches on which they were born. They are all alike possess ed with the idea that New England is not merely the centre of American civ ilization, literature and art, but that she holds all that we haveof these things within her borders. Their admiration of one another is in proportion to their contem jit for everybody else. ()f course they are notaboveplunderingand chea ting each other, and the smartest man fortune fastest by dishonest /-Tumng. But, plundered and pluiKltor, the sharp fellow who has won, and the unlucky rogue who has lost, unite in exalting the fame of their common mother, and in despising those dull, "outside barba rians," to whom we have the misfor tune to belong. In short, they arealike malignant, greedy, cunning, arrogant and unprincipled, and while these traits crop out more distinctly in some of their books than in others, they are not alto gether missing in any of them. There is an idea which these people have carefully fostered, and which has gained a certain prevalence through the agency of their political allies in this State, that they are naturally the intellectual superiors of our own citi zens; especially that they are horn to a pre-eminence in the world of letters. This idea is asdestituteasanvthingean be of foundation in truth. I admit freely that they read more books, write more books and print more books than are read, written, or produced by all the rest of the country besides; and we must concede to them, therefore, a greater amount of activity withthepen and with the press than we claim for ourselves. But that is all that we con cede. Tell me how many kitts of mackerel, or pounds of cod-fish, were caught last year. 011 the Yankee coast, under the stimulus of the enormous Government bounty; how many yards of calico and bales of shoddy were thrown out by themillsof Lowell, how many bushels of onions Weathersfield and her fragrant sister towns oast upon the market, how many cheeses came from the dairies of Connecticut, and how many clams from the shores of Rhode Island, and 1 can form some idea of how much the country owes New England for her annual contribution to the common stock of wealth. But books iielong to a class of merchandise widely different from all these. Their quality is the measure of the debt we owe the people who give them to us. Their bulk, their weight, their numbers, a vail nothing toward an estimate of the minds from which they emanate. A pocket copy of Shakspeare is worth all the trash under which the presses of New England ever groaned, all the millions of pages which her diligent scribblers ever fastened between covers. To thank a nation of untiring literary hacks simply for giving you plenty of books, is to rate poetry along with cheese and codfish. The original Abolitionists were, with few exceptions, infidels. The rea son for this fact, is quite plain. It was impossible to reconcile their political and moral doctrines with the will of God as revealed in his written word. Men who projected the rude rending of a peaceful and prosperous country, whose pathway to the accomplishment of their dear designs must needs be soaked with blood and strewn with* corpses, could find no warrant for their schemes, but only awful rebuke, in the teachings of the Prince of Peace. Hence, since God's word could not be construed so as to sanctify their plans, they rejected it utterly. They sought their bloody patent in a "higher 7 air," discerned and interpreted by them selves. This "law" was not only en tirely at variance with the Holy Scrip tures, but it made obedience to the Government of the country a gross and unpardonable sin. It is hardly neces sary to repeat that famous sentence which Garrison inscribed at the head of " The Liberator ," as its nrotto, and which was the watch-word of the orig inal Abolitionists for a quarter of acen turv—" The (institution of the United State* IN a ( hvenant with Death and an Agreement nit It Ilett T' At the earliest period of their exist ence, before they had even attained sufficient importance to be courted by demagogues for their vote, they mani fested by the expression of this and kindred sentiments, that disregard for the decencies and humanities of life, that contempt for the feelings and the judgment of others, which has charac terized them ever since. They ignored I the possibility of the existence of an j honest opinion opposed to any scheme or dogma of theirs. Theyshoeked the religious feelings of pious people who had been trained to respect the Gospel, the name and teachings of Christ, by the most awful blasphemy. They hoot ed at the clergy and denounced them as a pack of crafty wolves, preying on their flocks and gathering an easy sub sistence by playing on the fears and the superstitions of mankind. Theodore Parker, their ablest writer, could not conceal his scorn for the popular faith in the Redeemer. He spoke of Christ as a man of considerable talents and fair character, personally unpopular because somewhat in advance of his age. He sneered at the Jzord's Supper in so many words, as 'V/ mere eating of baker's bread and drinking of grocer's wine." Abby Kellcy took somewhat different ground, and byway of recon ciling her brethren to the plan of salva tion, roundly assorted that Jem* Christ was a negro. Their newspapers, their tracts, their anniversary addresses, the stump speeches with which under the name of sermons they profaned the Sabbath, were stuffed with such senti ments as these. I think, however, that their blasphemy culminated in the cel ebrated declaration of Henry (\ Wright, published in " The Liberator "lf God Almighty has the power to abolish sla very, and does not do so immediately, IIK ISA VERY GREAT SCOUNDREL!" If we believe that this Abolition ex sco'C J ,r Uo(J > us of the pulpits of the Nortn, believe that God confided His chosen work to a generation of infidels who exhausted their mother tongue in re viling Him as a "scoundrel," in de nouncing His Sacred Supper as a mere drinking-bout and His revealed will as a lie. Of the Literature of the Abolitionists up to the time when they grew to be a political force, little need he said. It consisted chiefly of newspaper articles, abusing everybody hut themselves, ser mons by divines who got their texts out of the"higher law," tracts written by meddlesome old women in England, biographies of runaway negroes man ufactured by long-hffired, hungry scrib blers in Boston, and ballads of the pre cise pattern of Greeley's u Ode to the American Flag"— ' Tear down the flaunting lie' Half-mast the starry flag ! Insult no sunny sky "With hate's polluted rag I" etc. Contempt for Government , was the great distinguishing featureof their ear ly writings ; but whetherthey despised the Government of God, or that of the Constitution, the Scriptures, or the flag, the most, it is extremelydiffieult to de cide. They gradually grew into numerical importance. Theartistic exaggeration and pathetic painting of I'nrfr Tom's Cabin ; worked on thousands of weak heads and soft hearts and gave the par ty an impetus greater than that derived from the combined written and spoken falsehoods of the twenty years previ ous. Politicians began to court an al liance with thesedespised people, whom they had steadily denounced as fanat ics, and with whom any correspondence had, hitherto, been considered as fatal to the prospects of a public man. You all know theresult. The "Republican" party adopted the doctrines of the Ab olitionists and swallowed up the orig inal Society, leaders and all, in its over whelming ranks. Demagogues who had spent the best part of their lives in | warning the public against the "atro- I cious designs" of Garrison, Phillips and j Parker, strove to out-strip each other in devotion to the emancipation of the negro, and in contempt for any consti tution, or law, which stood in the way of it. They gained power, they l>e | came masters of the Government, and they have been ruling us since 1860, if not in accordance with the provisions of the "higher law," most certainly ae | cording to some kind of law not writ ten in the common statute-book and al together beyond the capacity of com mon people to interpret, or understand. The Abolitionists were now the dis pensers of patronage. Sword and purse were theirs. The rights and liberties i of the whole people were at the dispo sal of their ruthless will. They no lon ger assembled in cock-lofts to hatch treason, they sent kidnappers swarm- i ingover the country, to discern it in men's eyes, to read it in theeolorof the ribbons about a baby's neck, or the trimming of its mother's bonnet, and to drag these incipient traitors, sucking conspirators and petticoated fa tali lies, to such dungeons as the humanity of Beast Butler and his kind might assign them. The seouters at lawful power became the sticklers for the most iron despotism. The "polluted rag" and the "flaunting lie," to which Greeley had addressed his beautiful ballad, he came "the dear old flag," and men who had bled under it when Yankee blue lights were luring the enemy to our coast, were beaten and imprisoned be cause they refused to degrade those grand old colors byflinging them to the breeze at the bidding of a brutal mob. Canting wretches who had wept over the separation of young niggers in the South; whose pocket-handkerchiefs had been soaked over the agonizing recital by some fugitive Sambo, of the shock which parting from his grandmother had cost him, clamored loudly for a law which rent every dear domestic tie known to our blood, which tore husband and wife, mother and son, brother and sister, asunder and forever; which sent the boys of a household, not to seek their subsistence in some new field of labor, but to lay down their young lives amid the hideous scenes of bloody bat tle, or the want and misery of a South ern prison ! The "party of freedom," a.-> they still style themselves, proved to lie the party of Slavery whose shack les bound the wri.-ts of their own race. I am not discussingthe merits or the success of the late war, nor will it he time to do so until its fruits shall have ripened. If it was for the Union, the Abolitionists are seeking with all their might to make it ineffective by shut ting the gatvs of the Union on the States which are seeking in good faith to return to its pale. If it was for the negro, when we see the negro safely, satisfactorily and finally disposed of, it will he high time to congratulate each other 011 the good work and award to the Abolition party the praise of hav ing brought it about with such an eco nomical expenditure of blood and mon ey. My object now is simply to show the marvellous inebnsisteucy between their sentimental philanthropy when out of power and their brutal inhu manity when they gained it. But grossly inconsistent as the aboli tionists themselves have been, what shall we say of the reverend clergy who have struck hands with them ? One would fancy that there could be little in common between men who claim to be ministers of God and expounders of his word, and blatant infidels who spit on the Book and defy the master. <}rant ing even to these clerical gentlemen a spirit tolerant enough to edure in- uU " - • —-- AucH'umioom-M 1 vspeet J for their own cloth would seem to re ! quire that they should be somewhat shv j of a party which could so recently find no more endearing name for them than "wolves" and "impostor-." But it I would really appear that affection for the negro is a stronger sentiment than love of God or self respect. Half the pulpits of the country have echoed du ring Hie past five years with the ha rangues of wondering intruders who never had a Bible in their hand, except when they swore on one that they were too old for the draft. Reverend gentle men have suffered their flocks to he ad dressed by a class of men whose morals would exclude them from any decent household, not to say any pious one. The blasphemer and the bigot have fondly embraced .each other, and sit, cheek by jowl, grinning overthe blood shed and ruin of the most terrible of civil wars. Stump-speakers have turn ed preachers and preachers have turned , stump-speakers in such vast numbers, that achurch-goiugman lias sometimes, toinspcctthepulpit.examinethe hymn books that lie in theseats.look curious ly up at the organ, and trace out the saintly figures on the painted glass to satisfy himself that he is not in a pot house, or at a ward meeting. Aisle and chancel, transept and spire, mere ar chitectural outlines—are all that are left to identify hundreds of churches in this land as temples of God. The consequence of this alliance be tween the infidel and the clerical Abo litionist, lias been the production of a I new class of books, tracts and papers. There are tens of thousands of pure minded and conscientious women, of honorable and reverent men, whose, minds could never be reached by the blasphemous arguments and appliance of the original, scoffing Abolitionists. They have been reared in the fear of God and taught to respect God's Book, j To impress their minds, appeal- must have the gloss of religion, at least, even if they have nothing of it- spirit. This j want has occasioned the production of I by far the greatest mas-of publications i that have been issued in the Abolition i interest. They are written sometimes by feeble-minded divines, who really believe what they say, sometimes by well-meaning females, who mistake the pangs of dyspepsia for the wrestlings of religious experience, but, most general ly, they are the work of crafty rogues who deliberately concoct them with the design of poisoning the minds of the rising generation. It is against this vast mass of demoralizing and false litera ture that we have special occasion to be watchful. It comes to us in the most unsuspicious shapes. The tirst primer which you put into the hands of your baby, if it emanates from a Yankee press, has an instalment of poison adapt ed to a child learning its letters. Sun day-school books are chosen receptacles for the abominable doctrines of the Ab olitionists. Biographies of eminent ne groes, distinguished on their death-beds for devoted love to God and lively grat itude to John Brown, l>eguile the mind VOL. 61.—WHOLE No. 5,329. of many a little boy whose unconscious parents fancy that he is engaged in.S'me day reading.' They thus allow him to become an admirer of horse-stealing, and to acquire a profound respect for murder, and to form, under their very eye-, a noble ambition to emulate the great Brown in those evangelical ac complishments. Little newspapers, too, with wood-cuts, poetry and short tales, are provided in abundance to feed the intellectual uppetiteof the young. They affect to be devoted to religious instruc tion, but, if you scan them carefully, you are certain to find the inevitable iroo! cropping out and overgrowing all the flowers of rhetoric and figures of speech. 1 remember one of them pre sented to me in a railroad car by a pale gentleman with damp, long hair, stra bismal eyes and craggy features, clad in full black and with a crape hat-band. It Was embellished with a picture of a malignant and vicious-lookingold man, nursing a young and extremely black nig. A gallows stood in the back-ground and underneath was the inscription— " The Saint on his way to glory." Of course it was "Old John." 1 said noth ing, but uttered a mild, mental aspira tion that tixe worthy missionary might, at an early period , join "the Saint," in "< dory," or wherever else he may hap pen to be situated. This is but a small incident, but it i-. significant as showing the kind of trash which is being thrust into the hands of the people at every turn. As children grow older, "Histories," "Geographies," and "Readers" are pro vided for them, all issuing from the same mint and graven with the same device. Histories of the United States are stuffed full of pictures of the "Pil grim Fathers," the Bunker Hill Monu ment and Boston, as seen from all points of the compass, while the letter-press isdevoted to the work of magnfying the piety of the "pilgrims" and the patri otisniof their descendants. The "Read er-" contain selections from the Yankee poet-, all made in the same spirit of self glorification, choice passages from the speeches of Mr. Sumner, Wendell Phil lip-, Garrison and other eminent patri- ots, and minute rules to perfect the pu pil in the art of pronouncing the Eng lish language through the nose—the ap proved Yankee fashion. Besides these various appliances there is an immense fund of magazine and periodical literature smuggled over our borders and into our houses, all satura ted with the same falsehood, injustice and malignity. The Atlantic Monthly can ai teasi ciaim ine merit 01 obtain ing its subscribers on no false pretence. Itis notoriously an Abolition magazine. It i- open in its villany, and its editors are not only gentlemen void of the moral sense, but entirely regardless of the fact that other people possess it. But the Harpers stand at the head of a different class of publishers. They are guilty of a perpetual and scandalous fraud upon the public. They affect to issttea "neutral" magazineand weekly. They call the latter a "Journal of Civ ilization," and the former a literary pe riodical. Cntil it begun to pen/ to de nounce the Democracy of this country they toadied to it with a servility which was absolutely disgusting. They de nounced John Brown, in 1809, in the most savage terms, and had their paper filled with pictures of the raid, design ed to show the love of the negroes for their masters and the atrocity of old Brown's bloody attempt to sever the "patriarchal relation." Even when the war was just impending, when Beaure gard had donned the Confederate uni form. when Davis was sitting at the head of the new government which was certainly as flatly in rebellion then as ever afterwards, they published the likenesses of those two person.-, gave flattering biographies of them, and never intimated a hint of disapproval j of the work on which they had entered. They showed then the same ~j>i rit which they had displayed long before, when they emlteliished their "Journal of Civ ilization" with an immense wood-cut of a brutal prize fight, because they could not bear to resign the sixpences of the shoulder-hitters and blackguards of New York to their competitors of the other pictorial weeklies. They sought to appease the decent portion of their readers, on that occasion, by giv ing. on their editorial page, a flaming moral article on the wickedness and indecency of human creatures pound ing each other as represented in the picture! As soon as the war had fairly broken out and their Southern subscription list was hopelessly cut off, they commenced to print the most insulting Abolition sheet in the country. Not content with reviling the people actually engaged in the rcb llion, they have continued, ever since, to libel, by word and picture, the great Democratic party of the North. They have filled both "Weekly" and "Magazine" with sickening, sneaking tales, apparently the emanations of one addled head, designed to magnify the virtues of the angular old maids of the east and to illustrate the infamy of the "Copperheads,'-' as they delight to call us. The plot of these stories seems to to kept in type, and the adjectives, love talk, descriptions of hospitals, scenery, etc., filled in according to the taste of of the compositor. It is the simplest thing in the world to write one. lieu ben Tarbutton goes soldiering (theboun ty in Reuben's district, I may remark, wasfloOO) and leaves Nellie Doolittle disconsolate. Nellie devotes herself to knitting stockings for the negro troops until news comes of Reuben's demise, which, of course, takes place in the very middle of the deadly breach. Nellie, ! thereupon, having dried up her tears I on her apron, concludes to soothe Reu i ben's departed spirit by ministering to : his companions who are left behind, ; and forthwith becomes an army nurse, i Finally, she happens to be wandering through the wards of a strange hospital when shehearsa familiar voice exclaim ing, "Oh! that I could but see Nellie, and die happy!" She bounds forward, tears back the curtain, there is a simul taneous squeal— "Reuben!" "Nettie!" and these two pure-hearted young be ings are locked in each other's arms.— Of course, Reuben wasn't killed at all. The story was invented by a base Cop perhead who was his rival, and hadn't pluck enough to go to the war. He was merely wounded by a 20 inch cannon ball in the chest—soon gets on his legs— they are married—settle down in a neat cottage with an eligible onion patch at tached—are blessed with a brood of healthy young Abolitionists who come by twins, and (here the moral sneaks inj are steady purchasers of ail the stuff the Harpers print. Fortunately it is in the power of the Democracy of this country who have bought, in past times, j thousandsof books and periodicals with I the name of the Harpers on them, to i cut down the circulation of this non sense sensibly and right speedily. That I is the only way to reach such mercena i ry ouls as theirs. There is another kind of Abolition Literature of which I have a word to say, although there is hardly time left in which to say it. It is the poetry ! written by that vast body of domestic patriots who prefer the work of anima ting their neighbors with a military spirit to that of showing one in their own persons. The amount of jingle of j this kind which has appeared during the past five years is one of the most distressing consequences of the war. It has employed a large amount of mus cle (for the labor of producing it is pure ly mechanical) which, considering the political sentiments of the writers might have been more gracefully employed in carrying a gun. Still, it is valuable, j for it illustrates the cowardice and hy ! poorisv of the Yankee Abolitionist more clearly than anything that hasever come ! from his pen. it is really almost in credible that men exist shameless o nough to print the martial appeals and threatenings in which scores of these | rhymesters have indulged, while toast i ing their shins between drinks in a cus j torn house clerkship, or engaged in the j perilous work of weighing out links of j sausage and plugs of tobacco from a ! sutler's wagon. How they can face their names in print appended to*ex : hortations to "rouse," to "march," to i "conquer," and to "die," and to do oth j er ferocious things of that nature, is l more than I can comprehend. One spe cimen of this species of writing, select ed at random from a large collection, is ! all that my limits will allow me to give. ' "You must meet them breast to breast ' j fU. ' •-. I'-.vU Wmt - : Not with wards —they laugh them to scorn. And tears they despise— But with swords in your hands, And Death in your eyes!'" Can you believe it that tin's most des perate bard, who is resolved to meet ' the rebels "breast to breast," who car ries "death" even in his "eyes," (he ought, for the safety of society, to be i compelled to wear has been engaged for the past five years in the peaceful occupation of driving a quill in the New York Custom house! There are scores more of his kind. They have I all passed safely through the war. But they have been the most marvellously afflicted class of people in the world. There is no disease known to medical science which these loyal warblers have not carried to the exemption office. In deed the fact is worthy of physiological and metaphysical investigation that the power of rhyming developes itself a mong Yankee Abolitionists, only in those who are .over forty-five years of age or in bad health. No man, of all the New England choir who solicited his countrymen, in song, to carry arms in the late war, admitted his own abil ity to shoulder a musket and take the field. 1 have endeavored merely to sketch evil and tiic danger of this Yankee .. oolition influence as developed in lit j erature. It is a subject which could not | be exhausted in many addresses, and which, I trust, will be kept alive in our newspapers, by our firesides and every where. The remedy is as simple as the evil is patent. Let us buy no more of their books, or buy only those which we have cautiously examined. 1 do not propose 1o exclude the publications of these Abolitionists from our houses be cause they advocate political views in opposition to ours. I am willing to concede the largest liberty of thinking upon all public questions, and regard the Abolition fashion of suppressing newspapers, imprisoning editors, and kidnapping speakers as one of the gra vest of crimes. But it is because their hooks are grossly immoral, shockingly blasphemous; because they make a murderer and horse thief a god, and call the Divine Father of us nil a "scoun drel;" because they teach disobedience to law as a virtue, and lawless despo tism as the right of a dominant partv; it is for these reasons that we should snatch their polluted pages from the fingers of children and close our doors against a plague more terrible than the locusts or the lice of Egypt. Lot us beware of the incursions of their agents, colporteurs and tract-ped lers. Let us search a publication which is brought to us by such hands as care fully as the officers of quarantine in spect an infected ship. Let us encour agehome books, home magazines, home newspapers which inculcate at least a decent reverence for (tod and a common respect for the Constitution. We have the whole range of English literature from which to fill the shelves of our 1 ibrar ies, and if we produce fewer books than the Yankees, they area great deal better ones. Let us have the satisfac tion of knowing that those miserable people, if they will still persist in wri ting falsehoods and blasphemies and printing them, are also doomed, exclu sively, to the task of paying for them and reading them. Pennsylvania will then tiecome as hopeless a' market for their poetry and their tracts as it is now for their boots, kettles, and all the me chanical cheats with which they begui led us thirty years ago.