tent
cherish it, it will do no more than continue the basis of the power of a
class, who will use it in the only way it can be used, namely, in
contesting whatever interests, principles, or practices are averse to
it.

Hence, for more than thirty years not a single widely beneficent measure
of legislation has been allowed to pass and become operative by the
representatives of this interest. So the South, the seat of this
interest, has always been, in its own estimation, 'the South,' despite
what we have said of a national Union; rendering it impossible that the
republican patriot could _unite_ in one sentiment that which this
particular interest _divided_ itself from.

That humanity should dictate the freedom of the slave in the interests
of morality, is but natural. With this we have nothing to do; but that
the being of an 'aristocracy based on property' should be excluded from
the bounds of a republic, is of an importance to it and mankind, not
second to religion itself.

THE MOLLY O'MOLLY PAPERS.

VII.

The Chinese thief, they say, greases himself and sticks knives in his
queue, so that it is nest to impossible to catch him. Old Time is about
as slippery a fellow as a Chinese thief. I don't know that he has a
queue, and have fancied that when queues were worn, and Time was in the
fashion, some old fogy, too slow to keep up with him, caught him by his
queue. Time, who never yet was detained by mortal grasp, pressed on and
left it behind. Since then he has cultivated only that _ungraspable_
forelock. Fleet of foot as he is, it is thought that Young America, with
his telegraphs, will, in the long run--that is, in the race round the
world--come out 'a leetle ahead' of him. Indeed, Young America talks of
annihilating Time. But, though he may have 'one foot on land and one on
sea,' he has no commission to 'swear that time shall be no more.'

We are a fast people--no mistake. Perhaps a little too fast. Did we only
_anticipate_ Time, and pull down only what, with those sure sappers and
miners of his, the years, he is certain to overthrow, it would be well
enough. But we wish to destroy what he has left untouched, or would
remodel it, would modernize it.

The dear old creed of our fathers; _old_ creed, did I say? Ever _new_
creed; for what Time passes by, never grows old. This we would change to
suit ourselves, fancying we have outgrown it; or thinking it, like the
Spartan iron coin, too cumbersome for general