EDITOR'S TABLE.

ANOTHER month and yet another chronicle of great victories — not unmingled with trials. and all of them leading to a terribly earnest and fearfully fascinating array of great expectations or anticipations. How will it be when we two meet again, O reader and friend? Never yet since the war begun did so much lie before us. Yorktown and Corinth or it may be Memphis are, as we write, the two ultimates. GOD shield the right.

Meanwhile, it is well to see that the North and Northern principles are gaining at every step in this great battle of the age. The evil which was so deeply latent in the whole Southern social system, which had poisoned all America and given us a world-wide character for recklessness, rudeness and mad inflammability of temper, is being repudiated. We are learning that this arrogant, meridional chivalry which claims every thing for the privileged individual and leaves nothing for the many, is at least as boorish as it is incompatible with truth and with progress. The glory has departed from those who in by-gone days spoke pityingly of all who lived above the line of plantationland- a new standard of social merit is manifesting itself—old delusions are being destroyed and new truths are being practically realized. The 'Northing' of the South has begun.

Perhaps the severest blow which Chivalry has received, or given itself, was felt in the letter of Mayor MONROE of New-Orleans to Commander Farragut, when summoned to surrender. It may be doubted if a more cowardly, snivelling, ungentlemanly, blustering, yelping and miserable message ever passed from one authority to another under similar circumstances. In it the Mayor, who, by the way, is a very Chivalric gentleman, according to the Southern standard, alternately beslobbers FARRAGUT with flatter, and insults him directly; refuses to haul down the flag, yet implores the greatest possible respect for the Susceptibilities of the conquered; ending with a flat refusal to spare the lives of Union-devoted women and children should they be attacked — a gross piece of barbarity, which has been well contrasted with some of JEFFERSON DAVIS's insinuations, in the following extracts:

PROFESSION VS. PRACTICE.

(From Jefferson Davis's Message, July 20, 1861.) 'Mankind will shudder at the outrages committed on defenceless females by those pretending to be our fellow-citizens. Who will depict the horror with which they will regard the deliberate malignity which, under pretext of suppressing an insurrection, makes special war upon sick women and children by carefully devised measures to prevent their obtaining medicines necessary to their cure?"

(What Capt. Farragut said at New-Orleans.) 'I shall speedily and severely punish any person or persons who shall commit such outrages as were witnessed yesterday, by armed men firing upon helpless women and children for giving expression to their pleasure at witnessing the old flag.'

(And what Mayor Monroe said in excuse.) 'In conclusion, I beg you to understand that the people of New-Orleans, while unable to resist your force, do not allow themselves to be insulted by the interference of such as have rendered themselves odious and contemptible by their dastardly desertion of our cause in the mighty struggle in which we are engaged, or such as might remind them too forcibly that they are the conquered and yours the conquerors.'

The letter of the Mayor of the first city in the South on such an occasion is a matter of importance, and one highly indicative of social representation. Silly as it is, it speaks with all its iniquity, arrogance and folly, precisely the language of the influential classes in this Southern rebellion. Like Mayor MONROE, they still think that the Northerner, though he be even an officer of high standing, is totally insensible to, and ignorant of, the uneasy, irritable 'susceptibilities' of the chivalry, and in their naïve conceit and vanity, believe that in taking a city, though resisted to the last by impotent impertinence, a regard for these precious Susceptibilities will gladly be among the first thoughts of the mudsill victors! It all means: 'Do not forget-as you very probably may—that though you are conquerors, we are immeasurably your superiors in all true refinement, and expect to be treated as such.'

It is all very wretched, but it indicates a very generally diffused sentiment, founded in a great measure on ignorance and on pitiful provincial pride, which must be done away with, no matter at what cost. Light must be let in to Southern darkness, and then Mayor MONROE be taught that there is no such enormous social superiority of chivalry to mudsills, that it is all a delusion, and that a fancied superiority of 'susceptibilities' is not quite ground enough to authorize the vanquished to lay down conditions to the victor. All this and much more must be very decidedly altered, until the whole Southern country experiences a very decided change of heart.

Be it borne in mind—and the fact cannot be too loudly proclaimed, nor its truth too closely investigated that the course of our armies has been marked by a humanity and a regard for the vanquished, entirely without parallel in the history of war. Even the English soldiers in the late war against Russia acted like fiends, and were formally allowed so to do. At one place in the BalticHango we believe-after pillaging the town, the English sailors and soldiers were allowed to drive all the women together to a central square and there wrong them all most foully- a proceeding over which the London Times made merry, hinting that doubtless 'JACK's outrages were not on the whole offensive

to the victims. The regard which our officers have shown for the persons and prospects of the rebels have only been equalled by the ingratitude of the leading Southern press, with the first orators and politicians, from JEFFERSON DAVIS down, who have all since the beginning of the war constantly represented our forces as continually guilty of every outrage. And it is all believed. Thus far we have seen no indications that our forbearance has been appreciated. Yet, till the truth is known, our moderation will have been to but little purpose so far as a moral effect on the enemy is concerned. Prisoners could not with consistency be better treated than the rebels have been in Forts Warren and Lafayette; yet none of the prisoners who have been released have failed to represent these places of confinement as hells of horror and their jailors as fiends incarnate. We happen to know on better authority what the Tobacco Warehouses were.

'It will all come out right in the end!' Lying never profited yet, either in private life or public politics; and it is an unfortunate thing for a cause when its chief moral strength is based on falsehood.

THE reader has not forgotten the tale of 'Old LINES' and 'SID' in our February number, penned by one of our most genial Knickerbockerites and welcome guests. Now there was a second part of that tale, but lo and behold! when sought for, 't was not found — and so. Here it now is, however, not one whit the worse for its slumbers. Better late than never.

'AFTER Old LINES and SID left the deacon's with their prize of chickens and turkeys, they took up their line of march' for town. Considerably fatigued with their heavy load and excess of stimulant, after reaching the summit of a hill about a mile from the tavern, LINES proposed a halt. SID announced himself' agreeable.' They found a convenient resting-place, secluded from the bleak north-wind, and where the sun of a November afternoon made the atmosphere tolerably comfortable.

'As soon as they halted, LINES Sounded the wooden bottle and declared 'low tide,' but still thought they had enough to get over the bar. (In his younger days he had been with those who 'go down to the sea in ships,' and was familiar with nautical phrases.)

'Did n't I tell you, SID, we'd have something for Thanksgiving before we went home?'

'Well you did; but I could n't see how you'd make it out. What a glorious, goodnatured old fellow the deacon is, though, especially when he gets mad. Don't he swear beautiful?'

They had been resting on a large, hollow log, the trunk of a tree that had been felled for fire-wood, but which was too much decayed to make it profitable for the owner to remove for that purpose. LINES was in just the right condition for another joke as he saw a man ascending the hill on the other side, and recognized him as SAM BARKER, whom he had often seen in town with his load of wood for sale.

Just before he reached the place where they were sitting, LINES crawled along by the side of the log, and apparently emerged from the other end just as SAM reached the place.

、、 Hallo, LINES,' says SAM, 'what the devil are you up to there?'

can't.'

'Nothing,' says LINES, 'only trying an experiment, and I've done it, but you

"Can't what? I can do any thing you can.'

"I'll bet you a quarter you can't.'

"All right, I'll go it! What can you do that I can't?'

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Why, just here, you can't crawl through that are log.'

'The idea, to SAM, seemed preposterous, for the hole through the log looked big enough for a larger man than he to go through easily; so he took off his over-coat and made his entrée. He had got fairly inside the log when LINES gave one of his significant nods to SID, when they rolled the log out of the bed where it had lain so long and started it down the hill.

'They staid there just long enough to see the log trundling down toward a small brook that crossed the road. They did n't wait to see SAM safe out of his log, but LINES seized his bunch of chickens and bottle, while SID took his portion of plunder, together with the gun, and started for home.

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'According to 'dead reckoning,' SID, I believe I lost that quarter,' says LINES; 'but never mind, we won't wait, I'll owe it to him.'"

IN speaking of the capture of New-Orleans, the Petersburgh (Va.) Express of April twenty-ninth, used the following language:

'Ir is stated that no civilized nation was ever evacuated by the troops collected for its defence. form to usage in this matter remains to be seen. pect from so blood-thirsty and unscrupulous a foe.'

known to shell a city after it had been Whether the Yankee nation will conWe fear that we have but little to ex

Very good; but there are certain other conventional courtesies of warfare to which we may refer in this connection. Thus, for instance, it is stated that no civilized nation employs savages to scalp the dead and wounded, nor white barbarians of the ALBERT PIKE stamp to lead them to such atrocities.

The soldiers of civilized nations do not dig up the dead and make fingerrings and ornaments of their bones, nor do 'officers and gentlemen' rob graves to obtain skulls for drinking-cups. We know of a perfectly well-authenticated instance of an officer of high standing in the Southern army, who mentioned in a letter to a friend that he had obtained a Yankee skull-cup, and promised to send to the friend two additional skulls for the same purpose.

Men of civilized nations do not prowl over the battle-field and knife the wounded, as has been done by the chivalry.

Men of civilized nations do not tie helpless living prisoners together, neck and heels, and hurl them over precipices, thereby killing them, as was done by Confederate troops to Federal prisoners while retreating from Manassas.

Men of civilized nations do not wantonly and cruelly burn down cities against the wishes of their inhabitants, when no soundly useful strategic purpose can be thereby effected.

Among civilized nations it is usual for the mayors of large cities to be men. of ordinary courtesy, refinement and manly character. What a disgraceful antithesis to every attribute of a gentleman was, however, presented by JOHN

F. MONROE, Mayor of New-Orleans, who, when the city had been evacuated by its defenders and fairly conquered, taking refuge behind his weakness and nonmilitary character, refused to haul down his flag, refused to surrender, and refused in every way to act as a true-hearted man and gentleman would do who has risked the chances and lost. With a querulous, old-womanish weakness, he, in one line of his letter to Commander FARRAGUT, whispers of brute force; in the next, foams up into balderdash, declaring that 'the man lives not in our midst whose hand and heart would not be paralyzed at the mere thought of hoisting any flag not of our own adoption and allegiance;' and yet with all this silly rant, he begs that the 'susceptibilities of the gallant and tender people of his city may not be disturbed.' Civilized nations have long since adopted certain forms of courtesy in such cases as this, of which the Mayor of the principal Southern city is, it seems, profoundly ignorant.

We might add, in this connection, that it is not usual for civilized, much less 'noble and gallant,' men to fire on women and children, as was done at the taking of New-Orleans by Secession vagabonds at people hailing with joy the American flag, a charge indignantly and openly brought by Commander FARRAGUT, and admitted with the malignant chuckle of a savage by Mayor MONROE in these words:

'IN conclusion, I beg you to understand that the people of New-Orleans, while unable to resist your force, do not allow themselves to be insulted by the interference of such as have rendered themselves odious and contemptible by their dastardly desertion of our cause in the mighty struggle in which we are engaged, or such as might remind them too forcibly that they are the conquered and yours the conquerors.?

Among civilized nations, it is not usual for numbers of officers to visit sick prisoners for the express purpose of spitting on them, reviling them and treating them in every way as cruelly as possible, as has been so freely done in Secession-dom.

In short, from the grand inception of this war by FLOYD and DAVIS, with their thievery and compulsory confederating, to the conduct of their representatives abroad, with their plain, wholesale lying, down to the spitting women and bone-stealing boors of the present day, there hardly seems to have been an individual in the South who has, so far as the war is concerned, behaved like a really civilized being in any respect. TALLEYRAND said that if you scratch or peel a Russian, you find a Tartar; it would seem that if one scratch the thin varnish of outside polish and chivalry which covers a Southron, he will find a Choctaw. We are paying a high price for the information, but it is perhaps fortunate that the country is at last finding out what constitutes the true basis of that 'Southern gentility' and 'high-toned culture' which in by-gone days was wont to impose so heavily on our own society. It will be a long time now, ere the Southerner can reïnstate himself in the eyes of common-sense and true refinement as a really civilized being.