If there had been no such common humanity, then would the sense of the obligation of the Decalogue have been confined to the despised nation who received it from Mount Sinai, and the prophecies of Jewish seers and the songs of Jewish bards would have perished forever with their temple, and never afterwards could they have become as they now are, the universal utterance of the spiritual emotions and hopes of mankind. If there had been no such common humanity, then certainly Europe and Africa, and even new America, would not, after the lapse of centuries, have recognized a common Redeemer, from all the sufferings and perils of human life, in a culprit who had been ignominiously executed in the obscure Roman province of Judea; nor would Europe have ever gone up in arms to Palestine, to wrest from the unbelieving Turk the tomb where that culprit had slept for only three days and nights after his descent from the cross,--much less would his traditionary instructions, preserved by fishermen and publicans, have become the chief agency in the renovation of human society, through after-coming ages. WM. H. SEWARD. A Wish. "Could I embody and unbosom now, That which is most within me;--could I wreak My thoughts upon expression, and thus throw Soul, heart, mind, passions, feelings strong or weak, All that I would have sought, and all I seek, Bear, know, and feel, and breathe,--into _one_ word, And that one word were lightning"-- I would speak it, not to crush the oppressor, but to melt the chains of slave and master, so that _both_ should go free. [Illustration: (signature) Caroline M. Kirkland.] NEW YORK, November 8th, 1853. A Dialogue. SCENE.--A BREAKFAST TABLE. MRS. GOODMAN, _a widow_. FRANK GOODMAN, _her son_. MR. FREEMAN, _a Southern gentleman, brother to Mrs. Goodman_. MR. DRYMAN, _a boarder_. MR. FREEMAN. (_Sipping his coffee and looking over the morning paper_) reads-- "The performance of Uncle Tom's Cabin attracts to the theatre very unusual audiences. In the "genteel row" last evening, we observed the strictest religionists of the day, not excepting puritanic Presbyterians, and the sober disciples of Wesley and Fox. For ourselves, we must candidly confess we have never witnessed such a _play_ upon all the emotions of which humanity is susceptible. Mrs. Stowe, however unworthy the name of Patriot, is at least entitled to the credit of seizing the great thought of the age, and embodying it in such a form as to make it presentable to every order of mind and every class of society. She says, in effect, to Legislators, let me furnish your amusements, and I care not who makes your laws." * * * * * Politicians would do well to look to this--(_laying down the paper and speaking in a tone of impatience_)--so, so, Fanaticism is leading to its legitimate results. Uncle Tom in our parlors, Uncle Tom in our pulpits, and Uncle Tom in our plays.