Long'z Congress seems purvided, like yer street-cars an' yer 'busses, With ollers room for jes' one more o' your spiled-inbakin' cusses, Dough 'thout the emptins of a soul, an' yit with means about 'em (Like essence-peddlers *) thet 'll make folks long to be without 'em, Jest heavy 'nough to turn a scale thet's doubtfle the wrong way, An' make their natʼral arsenal o' bein' nasty pay,Long'z them things last, (an' I don't see no gret signs of improvin',) I sha'n't up stakes, not hardly yit, nor 't would n't pay for movin' ; For, 'fore you lick us, it'll be the long'st day ever you sec. Yourn, (ez I 'xpec' to be nex' spring,) B., MARKISS o' BIG BOOSY. • A rustic euphemism for the American variety of the Mephitis.—H. W. No. IV. A MESSAGE OF JEFF DAVIS IN SECRET SESSION. CONJECTURALLY REPORTED BY H. BIGLOW. To the Editors of the ATLANTIC MONTHLY. Jaalam, 10th March, 1862. GENTLEMEN,-My leisure has been so entirely occupied with the hitherto fruitless endeavour to decypher the Runick inscription whose fortunate discovery I mentioned in my last communication, that I have not found time to discuss, as I had intended, the great problem of what we are to do with slavery, a topick on which the publick mind in this place is at present more than ever agitated. What my wishes and hopes are I need not say, but for safe conclusion I do not conceive that we are yet in possession of facts erough on which to bottom them with certainty. Acknowledging the hand of Providence, as I do, in all events, I am sometimes inclined to think that they are wiser than we, and am willing to wait till we have made this continent once more a place where freemen can live in security and honour, before assuming any further responsibility. This is the view taken by my neighbour Habakkuk Sloansure, Esq., the president of our bank, whose opinion in the practical affairs of life has great weight with me, as I have generally found it to be justified by the event, and whose counsel, had I followed it, would have saved me from an unfortunate investment of a considerable part of the painful economies of half a century in the Northwest-Passage Tunnel. After a somewhat animated discussion with this gentleman, a few days since, I expanded, on the audi alteram partem principle, something which he happened to say by way of Illustration, into the following fable. FESTINA LENTE. ONCE on a time there was a pool Now in this Abbey of Theleme, To call a meeting there and then. "Some kind of steps," they said, "are needed; Let's dock their tails; if that don't make 'em That boy, that came the other day Old croakers, deacons of the mire, Uk! Uk! Caronk! with bass that migh Shook nobby heads, and said, "No go! But vain was all their hoarsest bass, "Lord knows," protest the polliwogs, But we must have the things to steer with. Next day was reeking, fit to smotlier, With heads and tails that missed each other,- MORAL. From lower to the higher next, Not to the top, is Nature's text; And embryo Good, to reach full stature, I think that nothing will ever give permanent peace and security to this continent but the extirpation of Slavery therefrom, and that the occasion is nigh; but I would do nothing hastily or vindictively, nor presume to jog the elbow of Providence. No desperate measures for me till we are sure that all others are hopeless,―flectere si nequeo SUPEROS, Acheronta movebo. To make Emancipation a reform instead of a revolution is worth a little patience, that we may have the Border States first, and then the non-slaveholders of the Cotton States with us in principle, a consummation that seems to be nearer than nany imagine. Fiat justitia, ruat cœlum, is not to be taken in a literal sense by statesmen, whose problem is to get justice done with as little jar as possible to existing order, which has at least so much of heaven in it that it is not chaos. I rejoice in the President's late Message, which at last proclaims the Government on the side of freedom, justice, and sound policy. As I write, comes the news of our disaster at Hampton Roads. I do not understand the supineness which, after fair warning, leaves wood to an unequal conflict with iron. It is not enough merely to have the right on our side, if we stick to the old flint-lock of tradition. I have observed in my parochial experience (haud ignarus mali) that the Devil is prompt to adopt the latest inventions of destructive warfare, |