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.

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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 many weighty facts within so short a compass as are given in this pamphlet.  For many years the assertion that only the negro, and the negro as a slave, could be profitably employed in raising cotton in America, has been accepted most implicitly by the whole country, and this has been the great basis of pro-slavery argument.  But of late years, doubt has been thrown, from time to time, on this assumption, and in the little work before us there is given an array of concise statements, which, until their absolute falsehood is proved, must be regarded as conclusive of the fact, that the white man is better adapted than the negro to labor at the cultivation of cotton.