. . . The South knows how to make bales of cotton; but she does not know how to make books; and while she is scheming for the extension of her power, the North is flooding the country with such books as Uncle Tom, Ida May, and the White Slave. Here I might drop the curtain, for if our literature, nay, our philosophy, is in opposition to slavery, it is easy to foresee the downfall of that abominable tyranny. And yet our emigration neighbors, the sages, or the Don Quichottes, I know not which of the race, say that things are getting worse and worse in the States. . . .