/ V ;opy 1 OUR RELATIONS WITH THE REBELLIOUS STATES. SPEECH HON. JAMES M. SCOVEL, DeliTercd in the New Jersey Senate, Fel>rnar3E_27tli, 18C6. jVIr. President: lie must be a bouyant philosopher as well as the most charming of optimists who will deny, since the 22d day of February, that there is vitality in the spirit of slavery. It belongs to brave and creative intellects to forget the past, and I did not, Mr. President, take my place upon the floor of the Senate to-day to indulge in any historical detail of the sad but glorious recollections of the past four years through which the American Repub- lic has struggled, and suffered and triumphed. But, sir, events which have so recently shaken politi- cal opinion to its centre teach me to " Be wary and mistrustful : The sinews of the soul are these." And without effort I recall the session of that defiant Convention which nominated a candidate for President because he had never won a battle, and then, with un- blushing and unbridled audacity asked the world to be- lieve that a just war was a failure, and that a cessation of "hostilities" was demanded by justice, and liberty, and liuraanity ! But the God of our Fathers, and not the wisdom of man, rescued the Republic. Sherman, within a mouth after the Chicago surrender, with the glittering bayonets of his hundred thousand, stamped Mr. Vallandigham's utterances as a political falsehood. The Empire of Liberty moved forward. As we fondly imagined, the reign of peace had come. That kindest and most loving of men — he who was most deeply versed in the unwritten laws of humanity, the trusted and most well beloved leader of the nation's cause, walked hand in hand with his little child unguarded through the streets of Richmond. Not one year ago, upon that wild and awful night in April, Booth's bullet stilled the pulse of that mighty heart. The grass has not yet grown green over the grave where we laid him. Where was the great criminal ? *^ Mr. President," he lives to-day, not the leading spirit of a lying civilization, comfortable in a casemate of Fortress Monroe and rejoicingly celebrating the 22d day of February, in the year of Grace 1866 — not Alexander IL Stephens, who saw "a ray of light" through the Chicago platform and now sees another qs he compla- cently refers to President Johnson as his ''great stand- ard-bearer," and generously hopes that the present policy of restoration may " receive the cordial support of every well-wisher of his country." Elected to the Senate of the United States by an un- regenerate rebel constituency who scorned a constitution under whose shelter they basely endeavor again to creep, Mr. Stevens, of Georgia, even promises that the black man may "start c