and terrible upturning of eyes, by Garrison, at the next meeting of the anti-slavery party at Faneuil Hall.  We repeat, that the shooting of itinerant abolition schoolmasters is frequently a creditable and laudable act, entitling a respectable Southern man to, at least, a seat in the Legislature or a place in the Common Council.  Let all Yankee schoolmasters who propose invading the South, endowed with a strong nasal twang, a long scriptural name, and Webster’s lexicographic book of abominations, seek some more congenial land, where their own lives will be more secure than in the “vile and homicidal Slave States.”  We shall be glad if the ravings of the abolition press about the Ward acquittal shall have this effect.’”

We now see that the abolitionists have rendered the education of the negro, with a view to his ultimate fitness for freedom or self-government, utterly impracticable, however anxious the slave-owner might have otherwise been to instruct him.  Thus, by their imprudent violence, they have effectually closed the educational pathway to emancipation.  It should not either be forgotten that the Southerners may have seen good reason to doubt the Christian sincerity of those who clamoured so loudly for loosening the fetters of the slaves.  The freed slaves in the Northern States must have frequently been seen by them, year after year, as they went for “the season” to the watering-places, and could they observe much in his position there to induce the belief that the Northerners are the friends of the negro?  In some cities, he must not drive a coach or a car; in others, he must not enter a public conveyance; in places of amusement, he is separated from his white friend; even in the house of that God with whom “there is no respect of persons,” he is partitioned off as if he were an unclean animal; in some States he is not admitted at all.

With such evidences of friendship for the negro, might they not question the honesty of Northern champions of emancipation?  Could they really place confidence in the philanthropic professions of those who treat the negro as an outcast, and force on him a life of wretchedness instead of striving to raise him in the social scale?  If a negro had the intellect of a Newton—­if he were clothed in purple and fine linen, and if he came fresh from an Oriental bath, and fragrant as “Araby’s spices,” a Northerner would prefer sitting down with a pole-cat—­he would rather pluck a living coal from the fire than grasp the hand of the worthiest negro that ever stepped.  Whoever sees a negro in the North smile at the approach of the white man?  Who has not seen a worthy planter or slave-owner returning from a short absence, greeted with smiles in abundance, or perhaps receiving a broad grin of pride and pleasure as the worthy owner gave his hand to some old faithful slave?