its rightful

Xpected to speak? The man who dallies with death and destruction to the
last moment--who is only anxious to yield to an insolent and
unscrupulous foe, is just the one of all others who, when the struggle
comes, wails and howls despair. Their hearts were always with Southern
aristocracy, these venerable Sweetsops who would have gladly compromised
Northern dignity and manliness down to its very face in the mud before
the devil himself, and then have explained their course by referring to
Christian example, as though Christ himself had not dared death time and
again, and finally suffered it as an example that there _is_ a limit
where it is _better_ to perish than that evil should prevail over the
truth. They are all Southrons at heart. Did not the venerable John Bell,
only the other day, when he was offered a safe conduct by Federal forces
out of Dixie, prefer to remain there? Of course he did. _Ubi bene ibi
patria._ We feel and know instinctively where they belong and what they
are, these men whose inordinate vanity of respectability so far
outweighs their sense of truth, honor, and manhood. Very well taken off
are they in a happy hit--author to us unknown--setting forth what they
would have agreed on in convention had they lived at the time of the
first murder: '_Resolved_, That we are equally opposed to the pretended
piety and evident fanaticism of Abel and the authorized violence of the
high-toned and chivalrous Cain. '_Resolved_, That the 'Ultras' who are
clamoring for the hanging of Cain, which would only exasperate him,
desire to destroy the domestic happiness and peace of the family, and
have no other purpose in view. '_Resolved_, That we are in favor of
punishing both parties, and invite all conservative men to unite with us
in frowning down this whole business. '_Reso