[Footnote A:  The following precious utterances of John Bull moralizing, which might have been spoken of the Thugs in India, or some provincial Chinese enterprise, are extracted from the cotton circular of Messrs. Neill, Brothers, addressed to their correspondents, and dated, Manchester, Aug. 21.  We find the circular copied in a religious newspaper published in London, without any rebuke.  “The North will have to learn the limited extent of her powers as compared with the gigantic task she has undertaken.  One and perhaps two defeats will be insufficient to reverse the false education of a lifetime.  Many lessons will probably be necessary, and, meantime, any success the Northern troops may obtain will again inflame the national vanity, and the lessons of adversity will need to be learned over again.  More effect will probably be produced by sufferings at home, by the ruin of the higher classes and pauperization of the lower, and by the general absorption of the floating capital of the country”!  There, good reader, what think you of the cotton moralizing of a comfortable factor, dwelling in immaculate England, dealing with us in cotton, and with the Chinese in opium?]

The stately “Quarterly Review,” in its number for July, uses a little more of dignity in wording the title of an article upon our affairs thus,—­“Democracy on its Trial”; but it makes up for the waste of refinement upon its text by a lavish indulgence in scurrility and falsehood in its comments.  As a specimen, take the following.  Living here in this goodly city of Boston, and knowing and loving well its ways and people, we are asked to credit the following story, which the Reviewer says he heard from “a well-known traveller.”  The substance of the story is, that a Boston merchant proposed to gild the lamp over his street-door, but was dissuaded from so doing by the suggestion of a friend, that by savoring of aristocracy the ornamented gas-burner would offend the tyrannical people and provoke violence against it!  This, the latest joke in the solemn Quarterly, has led many of its readers here to recall the days of Madame Trollope and the Reverend Mr. Fiddler, those veracious and “well-known travellers.”  There are, we are sorry to say, many gilded street-lamps, burnished and blazing every night, in Boston.  But instead of standing before the houses of our merchants, they designate quite a different class of edifices.  Our merchants, as a general thing, would object, both on the score of good taste and on grounds of disagreeable association with the signal, to raise such an ornament before the doors of their comfortable homes.  The common people, however, so far from taking umbrage at the spectacle, would be rather gratified by the generosity of our grandees in being willing to show some of their finery out of doors.  This would be the feeling especially of that part of our population which is composed of foreigners, who have been used to the sight of such demonstrations in their native countries,