"There is merit in the Republican party. It is this: It is the first sectional party ever organized in this country. * * * It is not national; it is sectional. It is the North arrayed against the South. * * * The first crack in the iceberg is visible; you will yet hear it go with a crack through the center."--_Wendell Phillips._ "The cure prescribed for slavery by Redpath is the only infallible remedy, and men must foment insurrection among the slaves in order to cure the evils. It can never be done by concessions and compromises. It is a great evil, and must be extinguished by still greater ones. It is positive and imperious in its approaches, and must be overcome with equally positive forces. You must commit an assault to arrest a burglar, and slavery is not arrested without a violation of law and the cry of fire."--_Independent Democrat_, leading Republican paper in New Hampshire. THE UNION VS. A UNION [J. L. Underwood.] Early in the war a son of the Emerald Isle, but not himself green, was taken prisoner not far from Manassas Junction. In a word, Pat was taking a quiet nap in the shade; and was aroused from his slumber by a Confederate scouting party. He wore no special uniform of either army, but looked more like a spy than an alligator and on this was arrested. "Who are you?" "What is your name?" and "Where are you from?" were the first questions put to him by the armed party. Pat rubbed his eyes, scratched his head, and answered: "Be me faith, gintlemen, them is ugly questions to answer, anyhow; and before I answer any of them, I be after axing yo, by yer lave, the same thing." "Well," said the leader, "we are out of Scott's army and belong to Washington." "All right," said Pat. "I knowed ye was a gintleman, for I am that same. Long life to General Scott." "Ah ha!" replied the scout. "Now you rascal, you are our prisoner," and seized him by the shoulder. "How is that," inquired Pat, "are we not friends?" "No," was the answer; "we belong to General Beauregard's army." "Then ye tould me a lie, me boys, and thinking it might be so, I told you another. An' now tell me the truth, an' I'll tell you the truth too." "Well, we belong to the State of South Carolina." "So do I," promptly responded Pat, "and to all the other States uv the country, too, and there I am thinking, I hate the whole uv ye. Do ye think I would come all the way from Ireland to belong to one State when I have a right to belong to the whole of 'em?" This logic was rather a stumper; but they took him up, as before said, and carried him for further examination.