Dec. 27.--A correspondent in Charleston says, “Fight crops out everywhere, especially in the speech of youthful South Carolina; like New York ‘Mose,’ he is literally ‘spiling’ for lack of one.
You might deservedly apostrophize him as John Willett did his son, ‘With his hat cocked, with a fire-eating, bilina water-drinking, swaggering, military air, too, are you going to kill the wintner, sir?’
substituting for the last-named person the name of our sorely-tried parent, Uncle Sam.
For information, I take up to-day's Courier, the oldest and most respectable of Charleston dailies, at random.
I find in it a communication, over the expressive signature of ‘Rifle,’ suggesting that one of ‘the crack regiments’ of the North ‘should charter a couple of steamboats and come on to Charleston, to the rescue’ of the forts; that the first shedding of fraternal blood may be precipitated in a manner congenial to the aspirations of youthful South Carolina!
The same paper chronicles an application for five hundred of Colt's pistols, received from Alabama, under the title of Short armaments! Here, as a nineteenth century anniversary of the divine annunciation of ‘Peace on earth and good will towards man,’ (the Courier, by-the-by, has a very pretty and decidedly pious editorial on the subject), we have the border ruffian spirit endorsed and approved of as the ultimatum of human reason!” --Evening Post, Dec. 31.
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