’ ...  The Yankee women, scraggy, scrawny, and hard as whip-cord, breed like Norway rats, and they fill all the brothels of the continent....  But they multiply—­the only scriptural precept they obey—­and boast their millions.  So do the Chinese; so do the Apisdae, and all other pests of the animal kingdom.  Pull the bark from a decayed log, and you will see a mass of maggots full of vitality, in constant motion and eternal gyration, one crawling over one, and another creeping under another, all precisely alike, all intently engaged in preying upon one another, and you have an apt illustration of Yankee numbers, Yankee equality, and Yankee greatness.

’We must bring these unfranchised slaves—­the Yankees—­back to their true condition.  They have long, very probably, looked upon themselves as our social inferiors—­as our serfs; their mean, niggardly lives—­their low, vulgar, and sordid occupations, have ground this conviction into them.  But of a sudden, they have come to imagine that their numerical strength gives them power—­and they have burst the bonds of servitude, and are running riot with more than the brutal passions of a liberated wild beast.  Their uprising has all the characteristics of a ferocious, fertile insurrection....  They have suggested to us the invasion of their territory, and the robbery of their banks and jewelry-stores.  We may profit by the suggestion, so far as the invasion goes—­for that will enable us to restore them to their normal condition of vassalage, and teach them that cap in hand is the proper attitude of a servant before his master.’

These extracts are from the Richmond Whig—­a paper beyond all comparison the most respectable and moderate in the whole South, and by no means of so little weight or character that its remarks can be passed by as mere Southern vaunt and idle bluster signifying nothing.  It speaks the deep-seated belief and heartfelt conviction of even the most intelligent secessionists—­for the editor of the Whig is not only one of these, but one of the most honest and upright men to be found in Dixie.

‘But,’ the reader may ask, ’if the man really believes that Yankees are serfs, slaves, vassals of the South, where are his eyes, ears, and common-sense?’ Gently, dear reader.  When we reflect on the toadying to the South by Northern doughface Democrats in by-gone years—­when we recall the abominable and incredible servility with which every thing Southern has been hymned, homaged and exalted—­when we remember how vulgar, arrogant, ignorant Southrons have been adored in doughface society where gentlemen whom they were not worthy of waiting on were of but secondary account—­when we think of the shallow, pitiful meanness which induces Northern men to rant in favor of that ‘institution’ which they, at least, know is a curse to the whole country—­when we see even now, how, with a baseness and vileness beyond belief, ‘democratic’