```"What would you have, you curs,
`That like nor peace nor war? The one affrights you,
`The other makes you proud. He that trusts to you,
`Where he should find you lions, finds you hares;
`Where foxes, geese; you are no surer, no,
`Than is the coal of fire upon the ice,
`Or hailstone in the sun. Your virtue is,
`To make him worthy whose offence subdues him,
`And curse that justice did it. Who deserves greatness
`Deserves your hate; and your affections are
`A sick man's appetite, who desires most that
`Which would increase his evil. He that depends
`Upon your favors swims with fins of lead,
`And hews down oaks with rushes."--_Coriolanus, I. 1._
"THOSE DEVOTED COPPERHEADS."
`"Our sympathies are all confined at home; yet it is just
`possible we may help those devoted Copperheads in the only
`way we know how--also, that they, on their side, are now
`about ripe to aid us in the only way we could accept their
`aid. If our troops should this summer appear within their
`borders anywhere between Cairo and Philadelphia, they would
`be hailed as friends by a population pretty well cured now of
`_Pluribus Unum_. Their cry would be, not Union, but deli-
`verance. _Wait then, and watch, and keep your lights burning,
`ye Knights of the Golden Circle!"--Richmond Enquirer_, 18th
`May, 1863.