tponed.

By some means we must satisfy the world, and that speedily, that the
rebellion is a failure. Nor can we much longer tender declarations of
what we intend to do, or offer promises as to what we will do, in the
face of the great fact that for eight months the capital of the Republic
has been in a state of siege. If, in these circumstances of necessity
and peril to us, the armies of the rebels be not speedily dispersed, and
the leaders of the rebellion rendered desperate, will the government
allow the earth to again receive seed from the hand of the slave, under
the dictation of the master, and for the support of the enemies of the
constitution and the Union? If there were any probability that the
States would return to their allegiance, then indeed we might choose to
add to our own burthens rather than interfere their internal affairs.
But there is no hope whatever that the seceded States will return
voluntarily to the Union.

There could be no justifying cause for the emancipation of the slaves in
time of peace by the action of the general government; and now it must
be demanded and defended as the means by which the war is to be closed,
and a permanent peace secured. If before the return of seed-time the
emancipation of the slaves in several or in all of the disloyal States
be declared as a military necessity, and the blacks be invited to the
sea-coast where we have and may have possession, they will raise
supplies for themselves, and the rebellion will come to an ignominious
end, through the inability of the masters, when deprived of the services
of their slaves, to procure the means of carrying on the war.

* * * * *

SHE SITS ALONE.

She sits alone, with folded hands,
While from her full and lustrous eyes
Imperial light wakes love to life,--
Love that, unheeded, quickly dies.

She sits alone, among them all
So near, and yet so far,--they seem
But our coarse waking thoughts, while she
Is the reflection of a dream.

She sits alone, so still, so calm,
So queenly in her grand repose,
You wish that Love would slap her cheeks
And make the white a blush-red rose!

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LITERARY NOTICES.

CHEAP COTTON BY FREE LABOR. By a Cotton Manufacturer. Second
edition. Boston: A. Williams & Company, 100 Washington Street.
1861. Price 12 cents.

It seldom happens that we find so man