It seems scarcely five minutes ago that this vast and otherwise large country sprung from chaos at the call of Columbus, and immediately commenced to produce wooden nutmegs for a foreign shore. It seems but three seconds ago that all this beautiful scene was a savage wild, and echoed the axe-falls of the sanguinary pioneer, and the footfalls of the Last of the Mohicans. Now what do I see before me? A numerous assembly of respectable Dutchmen, and other Americans, all ready to prove to the world that "Truth crushed to earth shall rise again, The immortal ears of jack are hers; But Sarah languishes in pain And dyes, amid her worshipers." I am convinced, fellow-citizens, that the present outrageous war is no ordinary row, and that it cannot be brought to a successful termination without some action on the part of the Government. If to believe that a war cannot rage without being prosecuted, is abolitionism, then I am an abolitionist; if to believe that a good article of black ink can be made out of black men, is republicanism, then I am a republican; but we are all brothers now, except that fat Dutchman, who has gone to sleep on his drum, and I pronounce him an accursed secessionist: "How doth the little busy bee Improve each shining hour, And gathers beeswax all the day, From every opening flower." Men of America, shall these things longer be?--I address myself particularly to that artist with the accordeon, who don't understand a word of English--shall these things longer be? That's what I want to know. The majestic shade of Washington listens for an answer, and I intend to send it by mail as soon as I receive it. Fellow citizens, it can no longer be denied that there is treason at our very hearthstones. Treason--merciful Heavens! "Come rest in this bosom, my own little dear, The Honourable R. M. T. Hunter is here; I know not, I care not, if jilt's in that heart, I but know that I love thee, whatever thou art." And now the question arises, is Morrill's tariff really a benefit to the country? Gentlemen, it would be unbecoming in me to answer this question, and you would be incapable of understanding what I might say on the subject. The present is no time to think about tariffs: our glorious country is in danger, and there is a tax of three per cent on all incomes over eight hundred dollars. Let each man ask himself in Dutch: "Am I prepared to shoulder my musket if I am drafted, or to procure a reprobate to take my place?" In other words: "The minstrel returned from the war, With insects at large in his hair, And having a tuneful catarrh, He sung through his nose to his fair."