Southern Planter

Paulo majora cano (Virg.)

The gift of canes was certainly ominous, as the sequel of Washington-iana, has clearly proved. One truncheon of itself was sufficiently emblematic of club-law; but a dozen or two together, pointed with singular truth to the shoulders of a lictor, they only lacked an Indian tomahawk to have made a classical illustration of despotic and "unlimited power." If it had happened in the days of ancient superstition, when future events were read by the entrails of bulls and the flight of buzzards, we should have hailed the old general in a loud Cassandra-like voice, (when the great doctor Davis was giving in his bundle of sticks) with "abstine! abstine! timeo Danaos et dona ferentes."

We request Gen. Duff Green to enquire of the pugnacious Dr. Davis, how he has disposed of Jackson's portrait, that he begged from the old Genl. as a keepsake & idol to worship day and night. He came home to Carolina with it, and incontinently sold it for a price—$100! We know the drawing room where it is now hanging.

Gen. Duncan of Illinois, who arrested Mr. Arnold's arm, when he was about spitting the assassin Heard, committed an act of gross injustice, and should have been stilettoed himself. The death of Heard under the circumstances would have been an act of retributive justice, and a signal warning to the cowardly bravoes who have swarmed at Washington, this season.