The great master, Shakespeare, who with all-seeing mortal eye observed mankind, and with immortal pen depicted the manners as they rise, has presented a scene which may be read with advantage by all who would plunge the South into tempestuous quarrel with the North. I refer to the well-known passage between Brutus and Cassius. Reading this remarkable dialogue, it is difficult not to see in Brutus our own North, and in Cassius the South.
"Cas.Urge me no more, I shall forget myself;
Have mind upon your health, tempt me no further.
"Bru. Hear me, for I will speak.
Must I give way and room to your rash choler?
"Cas. O ye gods! ye gods! must I endure all this?
"Bru. All this? Ay, more: fret, till your proud heart break:
Go, show your slaves how choleric you are,