His views vary exceedingly under the influence of the stand-point which he occupies as a member of the _ins_ or of the _outs_. Under one condition, he sees the bonds of our federal Union as “a league with hell and a covenant with death,” and, in some individualities, “struggles for sixteen years to get fifteen States out of it.” But under the other, he becomes more _Union_ than Union itself—runs forth, with his mouth wide open, shouting his devotions with all the power of his lungs, and with a rope in his hand to hang all persons whose roaring capacities are not equal to his own. He also, under one condition, sees our “star-spangled banner” as “a flaunting lie,” and a “hated rag.” But under the other, lashes himself into a blazing fury, and breathes forth blood, and murder, and annihilation against his own countrymen—but not against foreigners—who dare to insult that time-honored emblem of a great nation’s pride, liberty and honor. He is the man who divided our country into two party sections, because he had power in the one and not in the other; then held his Convention at Chicago, and, as a war challenge to the other section, nominated his candidates in a wigwam, with a bowie-knife eight feet long, hanging over his speaker’s chair. He is the man who converted the pulpit into a political rostrum, and from it, in the name of religion, preached politics and sectarian and sectional spite. He is the man who is always humble in defeat, but who, when successful, never gets done kicking a fallen foe. He changes nature (in his own estimation) by changing names; but is here no way punctilious in regard to proprieties. He says “_Colored_ People”—can’t say Negro, for that would be paying too much respect to nature’s divisions; therefore, he adopts, and clings to the prefix _colored_, though his philosophy of light tells him that black is not a color, but the absorption of all colors and the reflection of none. If he were honest he would here pause; but the deception is the very thing which alone sweetens the morsel to his tongue: for, by saying “colored people,” he may so work on the imagination of some fool, as to make him believe, that all that divides the negro from the Caucasian is merely the exterior shade or color of his skin. He is deceptious and often pretentiously pious; but, in addition to both, is excessively malignant, and hates from the very bottom of his soul, wherein is generated the deepest spite, which, in its struggle for vent from its dark-vaulted, heaving and burning interior, bursts forth with such fulminations as “Copperhead” and “Locofoco.” They are the effusions of his own soul—display his own character, and, by their escape, give him relief. He was for the Union when the Southern States wished to get out of it; and against the Union when they wished to be counted in. Thus is he a good Christian—by being all things to all men.