A Norfolk correspondent of a Northern paper declares that the people of Norfolk, if they do not become loyal to the Federal Government, will have to taste the sweets of martial law, and that they "must submit or suffer to the bitter end."
The policy of the Yankees in those towns of which they have taken possession is now well understood. At first, they come with the blandest professions of fair dealing, toleration, and humanity, but as soon as they become, firmly seated in the saddles, their real purposes are disclosed. Their course in Alexandria. Nashville, New Orleans, and other captured cities, is precisely the same. As soon as they are sure of their hold, their affectation of moderation vanishes, and the reign of brutal tyranny is inaugurated. The most influential citizens, if they refuse to bow the knee to the Lincoln ape, are hurried off to cells in distant ports; even women are thrown into prison, and, in the case of the indescribable brute who wields the sceptre in New Orleans, threatened with a fate worse than death. Submission, entire and abject submission, is the only condition of deliverance. "They must submit," says this miserable penny-a-liner of a Yankee newspaper, "or suffer to the bitter end."
Such are the terms proclaimed to a proud people by the scum of Northern sewers. We have drunk deeply of the cup of suffering already, but its bitterest dregs would be nectar and ambrosia compared with submission to these Pariahs of modern civilization.