“Bring me to the test, and I the matter will re-word that madness gambols at.” This sentence from Shakspeare (I hope it is correctly quoted) is the sole partition between our Assemblymen and a charge of confirmed monomania. All roads lead to Paris, and all subjects of discussion lead these astute Solons to John Chinaman. To assert your philanthropy, curse the Chinese. To prove your patriotism, denounce the Chinese. To abate land monopoly, abuse the Chinese. To eradicate the social evil, grow furious over the Chinese. To regulate finances, tax the Chinese. To quell incendiary mobs, displace the Chinese, and put ruffians in their stead. To pass the Bland bill, expel the Chinese. To effect resumption, crucify the Chinese. To ensure commercial prosperity, exclude forever the Chinese. To show your faith in the Declaration of Independence, levy a high tariff on the bones of the Chinese. To reclaim our swamp lands, howl at the Chinese. To encourage citizens to furnish free meals for white tramps, who refuse to work at any price, drive out from our kitchens the Chinese, who to-day receive higher wages than white men and women are getting in any State east of the Rocky Mountains. To show yourself a hero, hurl brickbats at the Chinese. From whatever point of the political or moral compass these broad and eloquent men set out, they are sure to end with a stereotyped spasm on the stereotyped topic—the infernal Chinese. Such untiring repetitiousness grows stale, and one almost wishes that the “nigger” or the Hottentot, or any human being without a vote, would appear on the political tapis, to offer leather-lunged demagogueism a chance for variety, and the weary ears of the people a rest. Nasby’s patent question, “If the nigger is set free, whom will the Democrats find to look down on?” has been answered to the glory and delectation of both the old parties, and, pre-eminently, of the new party, which has nothing American about it save whisky and brag.