'A man stands har and quotes Scriptur agin his feller-man, and forgets thet 'God made of one blood all nations thet dwell on the face of the 'arth.' A man stands har and calls his brother a thief, and his mother a harlot, and axes us to go his doctrines! I don't mean his brother in the Scriptur' sense, nor his mother in a fig'rative sense, but I mean the brother of his own blood, and the mother that bore him; for HE, gentlemen, (and he pointed his finger directly at the recent speaker, while his words came slow and heavy with intense scorn,) HE is a Yankee! And now, I say, gentlemen, d--n sech doctrins; d--n sech principles; and d--n the man thet's got a soul so black as to utter 'em!' A breathless silence fell on the assemblage, as the person alluded to sprang to his feet, his face on fire, and his voice thick and broken with intense rage, and yelled out: 'Andy Jones, by ----, you shall answer for this!' 'Sartin', said Andy, coolly inserting his thumbs in the armholes of his waistcoat; 'eny whar you likes--har--now--ef 'greeable to you.' 'I've no weapon here, sir, but I'll give you a chance mighty sudden,' was the fierce reply. 'Suit yourself' said Andy, with perfect imperturbability; 'but as you han't jest ready, s'pose you set down and har me tell 'bout your relation: they're a right decent set--them as I knows--and I'll swar they're 'shamed of you.' A buzz went through the crowd, and a dozen voices called out, 'Be civil, Andy'--'Let him blow'--'Shet up'--'Go in, Jones'--with other like elegant exclamations. A few of his friends took the aggrieved gentleman aside, and, soon quieting him, restored order.