the United States could not consent to entertain any proposition coming from us as a people.
That Government which makes treaties with the meanest and weakest of nations, tells us — a nation of seven millions of men, with arms in their hands,--that it cannot entertain any proposition coming from rebels.
Even upon the theory that we were rebels, upon what authority could they refuse to treat with us?
There has been no civil war of any magnitude which has not been terminated by treating.
In 1778, the British Government sent three commissioners to the rebel colonies, authorized to treat even with any "association of individuals," and to provide for a truce.
It has been a habit with all strong governments, after a war is over, and after it has vindicated its power, to render the future as little gloomy, and its yoke as easy to its subjects, as possible; but nothing of this sort comes from the United States.
Nothing comes from it to soothe our feelings, nothing to alleviate the terms
e to save the town." However, he relieved his mind of the partial disappointment by going round to the Frith of Forth, and frightening the people of Kirkaldy out of their wits.
Pamphlets of his depredations are said to have been as common as almanacs in every house on the British coast.
An amusing instance of the terror in which this sea monster was held, is given in a work of a Mr. Henderson, who bad explored the whole of that part of the country which was the scene of Jones's exploits in 1778.
An old Presbyterian minister in Kirkaldy, a good old man, but of singular and eccentric habits, was seen, at the time of Jones's threatened descent, making his way through the people, with an old blackout arm-chair, which he lugged down to low-water mark (the tide flowing), and sat down in it. Here he commenced his religious exercises, remarking that here is "a vile pireet coming to rub our folk � Kirkaldy, and goodness knows they're a peur enough already, and has nothing to spare. They ar
French paper La renaissance Louisianaise, of New Orleans, the following account of a visit to Paris, by Riho Riho, the Lord in waiting of Queen Emma, of the Sandwich Islands.
It contains some droll hits at Paris civilization:
"There is now in England a personage who has caused the greatest sensation.
She is a queen of natural bronze, who wears her earrings in her nose.
It is Her Majesty Emma, Sovereign of the Sandwich Isles--a queen of chocolate color, whose kingdom was discovered in 1778 by Captain Cook.
"Her ancestors were connoisseurs in the matter of men. They knew well how to judge good, tender and delicate people.
They had a most particular fondness for strangers.
The grandfathers of this gracious queen were anthropophagi.
"Her Majesty Emma has left Polynesia, Owhyhee, where perished the brave Cook; Ouahow, already so renowned for its beefsteaks of Europeans.
She has been in London two months, during which time she has eaten daily thin slices of bacon laid
