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 is, as yet, no sufficient basis of observed fact for legitimate induction, and the blood in the theorist’s own veins is almost sure to press upon the brain and disturb accurate vision, or his preconceptions to render it impossible.  Gervinus reads the whole history of Europe in the two words, Teutonic and Romanic; Wordsworth believed that only his family could see a mountain; Dr. Prichard, led astray by a mistaken philanthropy, believed color to be a matter of climate; and Dr. Nott considers that the outline shown by a single African hair on transverse section is reason enough for the oppression of a race.  If the black man be radically inferior to the white, or radically different from him, the folly of white-washing him will soon appear.  But, on the other hand, if his natural relation to the white man be that of slave to master, our Southern brethren have wasted a great deal of time in prohibitory and obscurantist legislation; they might as well have been passing acts to prevent the moon from running away, or to make the Pleiades know their place.

It will be a blessed day for the world when men are as willing to help each other as they are to assist Providence.  The “London Cotton-Plant,” a journal established to sustain the interests of Slavery in the Old World, is almost overpowered with acute distress for the Order of Creation, and offers its sustaining shoulder to the System of the Universe.  “Fear nothing,” it seems to say, “glorious structure of the Divine Architect!  Giddings shall not touch you, nor shall Seward lay his sacrilegious hand on you!” “Who are ye?” murmurs the Voice, “that would reedit the works of the Almighty?” “Sublime, but misguided object