The Daily Dispatch

Richmond Dispatch.

WEDNESDAY MORNING......... APRIL 13, 1864

Results of Amalgamation

The Yankee project of commingling their breed with the African race is open to this dreadful objection -- What will become of the Yankees?

We feel assured they have never weighed the awful consequences of such a catastrophe. The Yankee race blotted out of existence! They have threatened to exterminate the South, and behold, they are about to exterminate themselves! Alas! what will become of the cause of civilization, of humanity, of progress, without Yankees?

What will the world do for steam engines and wooden nutmegs, philanthropic associations, and paper soled shoes, and patriotism, and patent medicines, puritanism and pumpkin pies, cuteness and codfish, without Yankee Doodles?

Did that blessed Mayflower cross the wide ocean for such an end? Was Pilgrim Rock consecrated for such a superstructure? Did the saintly Pilgrim Fathers fit out slave ships for the coast of Africa and sell the cargoes to the South with any idea that there sable heathens were to be united in wedlock to the descendants of the true believers?

We wish that their grim old spectres could revisit the earth and receive the due reward of their deeds in beholding the final result of their notable system for improving the morals, religion, and politics of mankind.

It is not for us to complain of the great loss which mankind at large must suffer from the deprivation of Yankees. Three years of self denial have enabled us to dispense with even such a luxury as their companionship. We find that, by dint of manly fortitude and abstemiousness, we can manage to exist without Harper, Beecher, Greeley, Everett, or any of their works. But how can Yankeedom give itself up in this wholesale suicide, immolate the memory of its ancestry, and slaughter that "manifest destiny" which was to appropriate the whole continent of America to the Yankee race?

The Confederacy can look with philosophical composure upon this tragical performance. We are not to be astonished at this time of day at any exhibition which Yankees may make. After all the atrocities and diablerie which for three years we have beheld and suffered, winding up in the effort to make a bonfire of a city of fifty thousand souls, we are not to be amazed by any new wickedness which Yankee ingenuity can invent. Having cohabited spiritually with the Devil till their souls have become as black as the ace of spades, it is right and proper that they should adopt some process by which their bodies will approximate the complexion of their souls. Our only sympathy is with the sable medium of this national transformation. The polishing of Yankee boots, which has hitherto been their chief occupation in the free States, will now give place to the polishing of the entire Yankee nation, an achievement which no human power has yet been able to accomplish. A quarter of a century hence, the United States bids fair to be an empire of mulattoes, inheriting some improvement, perhaps, upon its abolition blood; but a sad depreciation of the African stock, which, in its lowest thraldom, was never so debased as when its "rich currents" commingle with the vile spawn of Black Republicanism.