'Had Mr. Davis's warning voice been listened to in January, we believe that instead of passing a year and a half of bloodshed, enormous extravagance and dire calamity, we should have found that the seceding States would have by this time returned to the shadow of the 'Star-spangled Banner;' and that an enduring peace would have ere now been made between the North and the South.' All our fault, of course! If we had only let them alone--let them go--they would have taken a frisky turn or two, and then come sweetly back to unity! Our _Blackwood_ writer lacks something. He wants manhood, pluck, spirit, common sense, and very common information. He is deficient in enlarged views of humanity; he cannot comprehend a tremendous struggle of principles involving the social progress of thirty millions, half of whose men at least are much more intelligent and larger hearted than himself. With narrow, petty Tory instinct, he clings to 'aristocracy' in whatever form it occurs, and instinctively wars on the masses. The noblest struggle in history--the greatest effort to advance labor in the scale of social dignity and practical value is all as naught in his eyes and in those of his clan; they flippantly ignore all that is noble in this noble war, and repeat, after CARLYLE, his brutal, beastly joke--that America has long been the dirtiest of political chimneys, and requires a good burning out. Take care, Master CARLYLE, that from this burning no sparks are wafted England-ward. You, too, will some day have a chimney on fire, and when it burns the heat will be felt through every brick in Britain. YE NEW YORKE YOUNGE LADYE Is a peculyar Institution. Iff there had a been no suche place as Paris, ye New Yorke Younge Ladye would have invented itt. As itt is, shee is thankfull thatt shee hathe been sparyed ye trouble of having that towne builte. For itt is verie usefull to hir; sendying her bonetes, robes, shoos, bootees, parasoletts, skirtes, pettycoates, and chemi--cal preparations--suche as LUBIN hys violette and vitivert; RIMMEL, hys bandoline; PIVER hys _Nohiba de la Mecque_; MAUGENET and CONDRAYE, their _savon imperiale;_ MONPELAS hys _eau de toilette_, wyth othir lyttle thinges too numerouse to mentyon. BOIVIN or JOUVIN, or some other _vin_, hath long since hadd hir hande--in plaster of Paris--from which he makyth hir gloves, whych are smuggled home unto hir--I wyll not saye howe. But Ive hearde in mye tyme of a state dispatch wyth a bigg redd seale, whych dyd containe four dozen paire of number sixe, ladye's syze.