confederation of nations united under one spiritual head. In his History of England, Lord Macaulay says: "What the Olympian chariot races, and the Pythian oracle were to the Greek cities, Rome and her Bishops were to all Christians of the Latin communion. Thus grew up sentiments of enlarged benevolence. Races separated from each other by seas and mountains acknowledged a fraternal tie and common code of public law. Even in war the cruelty of the conqueror was not seldom mitigated by the recollections that he and his vanquished enemies were all members of one great federation." So much for the 'dividing and narrowing" history of the Catholic Church. But the remarks which we suppose provoked the strictures of our antagonist, were in relation to the decent and Christian character maintained by the Catholic clergy of the United States, in relation to the present war, compared with the barbarian violence of nearly all other clergymen. The language, in a majority of pulpits, has partaken so much of the style of the fish-market, and has breathed such a revengeful and bloody temper, that no really Christian gentleman could either hear it himself or wish his children to hear it. From this great and shameful indecency the Catholic clergy have been, we believe, almost entirely free. If now looking at the character and conduct of Catholic and Protestant ministers in contrast, we were to be forced to form an opinion of the two systems, we should blush for our Protestant churches. In the scale of morality and religion they have sunken to a point of degradation at once alarming and disgusting. They are nurserics of cruelty, vulgarity and blood.

-Orestes A. Brownson, in the April number of his Review, advises the Democratic party to " put up a War Democrat. who is willing to let slavery die," for the Presidency; which advice the World quotes approvingly. Mr. Brownson is the most intolerant and revolutionary of the Black and Red Abolitionists, and is only a doctrinaire, without being a statesman, or even a politician. The World may think such advice particularly valuable to the Democratic party-no Democrat will think so. The New Nation, Fremont's organ, also advises the Democratic party to the same effect. It says:

"If the Democratic party had sufficient intelligence and patriotism to break away entirely from slavery, it certainly possesses instincts that are really more liberal than the Republican party."

By breaking away from "slavery" is meant breaking away from the Constitution. The Democratic party has nothing to do especially with "slavery," any more than it has to do with church property as a party measure. Whatever the guarantees of the Constitution are on any subject, the Democratic party adheres to, because it is for the Constitution as it is. The proposition of Brownson's Review, endorsed by the World, simply amounts to an abandonment of the Constitution. Worse than that-it is a proposition for one half of the States to steal or destroy the property of the other half. The Constitution binds us all to defend the right of property in every portion of our common country-in the South and in the North. This war was brought about by the formation of a northern party to destroy the property of the South. This party was conceived in theft, and lives, moves, and has its being in war and murder. The end of the war will be the end of that party, and, thank the good God, the end, also, of all who supported its thieving crusade. The Democratic party will not follow the lead of Dr. Brownson, Fremont, or the New York World, into that Abolition trap. It would no longer be the Democratic party if it did. Even if the delegates to the next Presidential Convention were all to desert the party, and go over to the Abolitionists, they could not take the Democracy along with them. And there would be a new Convention within a month of the date of the desertion, of men who will not desert the glorious old party standard, but will hold it aloft in the coming campaign with unfaltering hands and hopeful hearts.

-How many times has the back-bone of the rebellion been broken? How many times has the South been starved out? How many times has the rebellion been on the point of giving up from exhaustion? O, so many times! Almost as many as months have elapsed since we began the business of subjugating. And yet we are still everywhere confronted with armies which we dare not march upon—with armies which, to tell the truth, we are awfully afraid will march upon

us. Then the rebellion seems to be like that Titan who, every time he was thrown to the earth, regained a new strength. We have found it so; and we shall find it so even to the end. Eight millions of people whom you compel to fight for their altars and their homes for their property and their lives, are Tulans--they are never exhausted; never give up. The end will be that we shall give out, and give up first; just as England, after having vainly hurled the might of the most powerful nation on earth against the Titanic will of these feeble and despised colonies, gave up in shame and despair at last. We are foolishly acting that piece of history over again, with the exception that we, in the North, play the part of England this time. And England laughs at our folly, for she well knows the road we are traveling.

-Abbe Raynal says: "All oppressed people have the right of resisting their oppressors." This is affirmed in our own Declaration of Independence. And, what may seem. strange, it forms one of the laws of England, and a king of Hungary was great enough, when he was ascending the throne, to make it one of the maxims of State. It was adopted by one of the greatest monarchs of the world, Trajan, when he said before an assembly of the people of Rome, to the first officer of the empire, when he was presenting him with a drawn sword, according to custom: "Use it for me, if I continue just; against me, if I become tyrannical." It is a principle as old as man. The right of the people to use the sword against a usurper and a tyrant is a divine right-a right which never wears out-never grows old. It is a Magna Charta from the Almighty.

-When Francis I. lost the battle of Pavia, he wrote: "All is lost but honor" Alas! neither in losing nor winning battles in this war can the true Christian patriot associate the name of "honor." If we gain victories we can, in truth, only exclaim, Nothing is wɔn but shame! For they are only victories. over our own Constitution, and the immortal principle of self-government. Every victory of ours, in this strife, is a victory for the Eu ope in, and not for the American principles of government-is a victory over the Union as it was, and the Constitution as it is. No patriot can rejoice in such victories.

-An editor calling himself "Democratic" says: "While we support the war of the Administration, we condemn its policy." That is luminous, indeed. He supports a policy which he condemns. He denounces the theft, but aids the thief! He abhors the murder, but assists the murderer! Here is a moral and intellectual illumination worthy of the madhouse. Gentlemen of this astounding luminosity sometimes write powerfully against the universal plunder practiced in the name of the war; and then support the war. What are you, then, but the receivers of the thief that pillages you? the accomplices of the murderer that kills you? Traitors to yourselves! Traitors to your country!

-Edward III., King of England, once was startled on his throne, and had his relentless grasp weakened by the published words of a young French girl, a saint, an ideal and sublime enthusiast, who cried forth, "I can never see the blood of Frenchmen flow without weeping." In hundreds of thousands of homes in the United States there is to-day a sweet, pure, and saintly prayer going forth that this wicked shedding of American blood may cease. Indeed from every pure heart in the land these words are felt if not uttered: "I can never see the blood of an American flow without weeping." Give this feeling time and it will save our country. Already it has commenced to undermine the cruel arsenal of war. If the President's nature were not a coat of mail against all humane and virtuous impressions, he would, even now, feel this vague pulsation, this budding patriotism, this deep and passionate hatred of the war, which will surely, at last, overthrow his party, and drive him and all his war supporters out of a land they have soaked with the blood of their countrymen. Let these holy words be placed as a motto at the head of newspapers-let them be painted upon banners--let them be sung in songslet them be spoken in parlors, and repeated everywhere at the corners of the streets-" I can never see the blood of an American flow without weeping." And these other words-"I can never see an Abolitionist without saying, there goes the cause of my country's ruin!” Speak these words aloud, all ye true men and true women! They shall be heard as the beatings of your country's heart.

-The Boston Courier gives the following obituary notice of the late Gen. Thomas J. Green, who was well known and greatly respected by a large number of the most respectable gentlemen of this city:

"Died in Warren County, N. C., Dec. 12, 1863, Gen. Thomas J. Green, in his 62d year. He married for his second wife Mrs. Adeline Eltery, of Jamaica Plains, who survives him. He was born in Warren County, and received a military education at West Point. His life was an active and eventful one. He settled in Florida, and was a member of the Legislature of that State. He was a member of the first Congress that assembled in Texas, and it was his motion that fixed the southern boundary of that then Republic on the Rio Grande. He was also a senator for two years in California, Major-General of the militia of that State, and one of the projectors of the Southern Pacific and Atlantic Railroad.

'He was, however, more extensively known as one of the leaders in the expedition against the Mexican City of Mier, of which he wrote a very readable history. They attacked the city with about 325 Texan sharpshooters, and for hours contended with many thousands of Mexican soldiers, of whom they actually killed more than twice their own numbers.

"They surrendered, as prisoners of war, only after having exhausted their supply of ammunition. On their march to the city of Mexico they overpowered their guards and started for Texas, lost their way in the mountains and were again taken prisoners. He was confined in the Castle of Perote two years, when, with some others, he made his escape by cutting through the Castle walls, and after many hardships and adventures he arrived in the United States, and succeeded in procuring the release of his companions. He leaves one son, Col. Wharton. J. Green."

Col. Wharton Green is now a prisoner on Johnson's Island, and is in a very critical condition of health, in consequence of the severities he suffered in his confinement on that inclement spot during the past winter. The U. S. surgeon of that post has, we understand, given the opinion that he must die unless he can have advantages of treatment which his present confinement do not allow, and has recommended the authorities to grant him a furlough for the purpose of being brought to this city for medical aid. But although influential parties have interested themselves in his behalf, their efforts seem to have been unavailing. The "mildest gov. ernment in the world" finds it necessary to refuse proper medical assistance to those whose health has been destroyed in its bas

tiles. Col. Green is said to inherit much of the nobleness and gallantry of his distinguished father. Those who take the responsibility of sacrificing his life, earn a just obliquy in the minds of all generous and just people.

-The editor of the Evening Post, the most unwashed of the practical miscegenationists, abuses Ex-Governor Seymour, of Connecticut, Mr. Horton, of THE DAY-BOOK, the editor of THE OLD GUARD, and others, for celebrating the birth-day of Thomas Jefferson. The article is up to the characteristic scurrility of the Evening Post, and is entirely worthy of the negro-herding infidel who edits that paper. Judge Barnard, on a late occasion, while sitting upon the Supreme bench, and referring to the scurrility of the Post, said in open court

"My attention has just been called to an article that appeared in that beastly journal, the Evening Post, last evening. With the exception of bailing Cook, it is totally false. Nothing else, however, could be expected from a inan who publicly keeps a negro mistress."

This is the wretch who abuses people for celebrating the birth-day of Thomas Jefferson."

-About the year 1700, Bishop Hoadley . wrote a work on the origin of civil government, in which he arrived at this conclusion: "There cannot be a right to government, properly so called, withont the consent and agreement of the community and society which is to be governed." When we reflect that this sentiment was proclaimed in England, by one of its most distinguished bishops, seventy-six years before our Declaration of Independence, and one hundred and sixtyfour years ago, we can scarcely restrain contempt for our bishops and clergy of the present day, who, notwithstanding the light reflected by history, and by the institutions of our country, are the implacable enemies of the principles of freedom here laid down. Almost without a metaphor may these vagabonds be called the implements of despotism. They are pestilent fountains of bitter waters-the dishonored ministers of the Prince of Peace the servants of the devil, because his works they do.