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I0L. MILLER, EDITOR AND PCBLISOER.
VOLUME IV.--NUMBER 45. j
THE CONSTITUTION AND THE UNION.
TERMS $2. PER ANNUM, IN ADTAMCB.
WHITE CLOUD, KANSiS, THURSDAY, MAY 16, 1861.
WHOLE NUMBER, 201.
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THE VOICE OF THE PEPCN8YIVA
NIA VOLUNTEERS.
DY BAYARD TAYLOR.
I.
Twmi Friday torn, tb tntm drsv ntar
The citj tad Um tfaor:
Far through the ntubine, toft ind clear,
VV saw tb dear old flags appear
And in our beans arose a cheer
For Baltimore".
I!.
Across the broad Patapscoa ware,
Old Fort McHenrj bore
The starry banner of the brare,
As wbe oor fathers went to saro
Or in the trenches find a grave,
At Baltimore. ,
III.
Before ts. pillared f n the iky,
We saw the jtatoe soar
Or .ViuMo jton, serene and high
Coold traitors Tiew that form, nor fly!
Could patriots see, nor gladly dte
For B alt! more T
IV.
"Oh, city of oar conntry's song.
By that swift aid we bore.
When sorely pressed, receive the throng.
Who go to shield oor flag frota wrong,
And give as welcome, warm and stroag,
la Baltimore!''
V.
VYc had no arms; as friends we came
As brothers evermore,
To rally mood one sacred name,
The charter nf oar power nod fame:
We never cfreamed of guilt and shame
fa Baltimore.
VI.
The coward mob epon 01 fell:
Mellenrjr's flag they tore:
Hornrited, burnt backward hy the swell.
Ileal down with nad, inbumaa yell,
Before ns yawned a traitorous lie II,
a JUUimwe!
Til.
The streets onr sold ierfa liters trod.
Blushed with their children's gore:
We saw the craven ruler nod.
And dip in blood the civic rod
Shall sarii Uilngs be, oh, righteous God,
la Ualiiotorel
VIII.
No, never! By that outrage blaek,
A solemn oath we swore.
To Icing the Keytlone'e llioasands back,
Strike down the dastards who attack,
And leave a red and fiery track
Throagh Baltimore!
IX.
Bow down, in baste, thy guilty head!
God's wrath is swill and sore:
The sky with gathering bolts is red
Cleanse from thy skirts the slaughter shed.
Or make thyself an ashea bed
Oh, Baltimore!
vied Cak
PULASKI.
BT OBOROE MPrAItD.
It was at the battle of Brandy wine
that Count Pulaski appeared in all hi.
glory.
As he rode, charging there, into the
thickest of the battle, he was a warrior
to look upon but once, and never forget.
Mounted on a large black horse, whose
strength and beauty of shape made, you
forget the plainness of his caparison, Pu
laski himself, with a form six feet in
height, massive cheat and limbs of iron,
was attired in a white uniform, that was
seen from afar, relieved by the black
clouds of battle. His face, grim with
the scars of Poland, was the face of a
man who had seen much trouble, endured
much wrong. It was stamped with, an
expression of abiding melancholy.
Bronzed .in hue, lighted by large, dark
eyes, with the lip darkened by a thick
moustache, his throat and chin were cov
ered with a heavy beard, while his hair
fell in raven masses, from beneath his
raven cap, shielded with a ridge of glit
tering steel. His hair and beard were of
the same hoe.
The sword that hung by his side, fash
ioned of tempered steel, with a hilt of
iron, was one that a warrior alone could
lift.
It was in this array he rode to battle,
followed by a band of three hundred men,
whose faces, burnt by the scorching of a
tropical sun, or hardened by northern
snows, bore the scars of many a battle.
They were mostly Europeans, some Ger
mans, some Polanders, some deserters
from the British army. These were the
men to fight. To be taken by the Brit
ish would be death, and death on the
gibbet; therefore they fonght to the last
gasp, rather than mutter a word about
quarter."
When they charged, it was as one man,
their three hundred swords flashing over
their beads, against the clouds of battle.
They came down upon the eaemy in ter
rible silence, without a word -spoken or
evena whisper. Yon could ' hear the
rattling of their scabbards, bnt that was
all.
Yet when they closed on, the British,
you could hear a noise, like the echo, of
a hundred hammers, beating the hot iron
on the anvil. You could see Pulaski,
himself, riding yonder ia his white uni
form, his black steed rearing aloft, as
turning his head over his shoulders he
spoke to hia men: -.
"Forwarts, Brndern, Forwarts !"
It was broken German, yet they under-
tnnrl if liea iIima V. j. s
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onrnt laces, wounds and gashes. With
one ourst they crashed npon the enemy,
.... ,un ""u'cuioiueyuseuineirswordf),
and then the gronnd was covered with
dead, while the living enemy scattered in
panic before their path.
It was on this battle day of Brandy.
winebat the Count, win, in his glory.
He understood but little English, no he
spate what, he hart to say with the edge
of his sword. It was a severe Lexicon,
bnt the British soon learned to read it,
and to know it, and fear it. All over
the field, from yonder Quaker meeting
house away to the top of Osborne's hill,
the soldiers of the enemy saw Pulaski
come, and learned to know his name by
heart.
That white uniform, that bronzed vis
age, that black horse, and burning eye
and quivering nostrils), they knew the
warrior well; they trembled when they
heard him say:
Forwarts, Brudern, Forwarls 1"
It was in the retreat at Brandy win?,
that the Polander was most terrible. It
was when the men of Snliivan badly
armed, poorly fed, shabbily clad gave
way, step by step, before the overwhelm
ing discipline of the British host, that
Pulaski looked like a battle fiend, mount
ed on his demon steed.
His cap had fallen from his brow. His
bare head shone in an occasional sun
beam, or grew crimson with a flash from
the cannon or rifle. His white uniform
was rent and stained; in fact, from head
to foot, he was covered with dust and
blond.
Si ill his right arm was free still it
rose there, executing a British hireling,
when it fell still his voice was heard,
bourse and bnsky, hut strong in its every
tone "Forwarts, Brndern!"
He beheld the divisions of Sullivan re
treating from the field; ho saw the Brit
ish yonder, stripping their coats from
their backs in the madness of pursuit.
He looked to the South for Washington,
who, with the reserve, nnder Greene, was
hurrying to the rescue, but the American
Chief was not in view.
. Then Pnlaski was convulsed with rage.
He rode madly upon the bayonets of
the pursuing British, his sword gathering
victim after victim; even there in front
of their whole army, he flung his. steed
across the path of the retreating Amen
can; he besought them, in his broken
English, to turn and make one more ef
fort; he shouted in hoarse tones that the
day was not lost 1
They did not understand his words,
but the tones in which he spoke thrilled
their blood.
That pictnre, too, standing out from
the clouds of battle a warrior convulsed
with passion, covered with blood, leaning
over the neck of his steed, while his eyes
seemed tnrned to fire, and the muscles of
his bronzed face writhed like serpents
that picture, I say, filled many a heart
with new courage, nerved many a wound
ed arm for the right again.
Those retreating men turned, they faced
the enemy again like grey-hounds at
bay, before the work they sprang npon
the necks of the foe, and bore them down
by one desperate charge.
It was at this moment that Washing
ton came rushing on once more to the
battle.
Those people know but little of the
American General who call him the
American Fabins, that is a general com
pound of prudence and caution, with but
a spark of enterprise. American Fabins!
When you will show me that the Roman
Fabins had a heart of fire, nerves of steel,
a soul that hungered foe the charge, an
enterprise that rushed from wilds like
the Sbippack upon an army, like the
British at Germantown; or started from
ice and snow, like that which lay across
the Delaware, npon hordes like those
Hessians at Trenton then I will lower
Washington down into Fabins. This
comparison of our heroes, with Barbari
an demi-gods of Rome, only illustrates
the poverty of the mind that makes it.
Compare Brutus, the assassin of his
friend, with Washington, the Savior of
the Peoplel Cicero, the opponent ot
Cataline. with Henry, the champion of a
Continent! What beggary of tfionght !
Let ns be a little independent, to know
our great men. as they were, not oy com
panson with tho barnanan oerowi um
Rome. - s.s:
Let ns learn that Washington was no
negative thing, but all chivalry and ge
nius.
It was in the battle of Brandy wine tost
this truth was made plain. He came
rushing on to battle. He beheld his men
hewn down by the British; he heard
them shriek his name, and regardless of
his personal safety, he rushed to join
them. .
Yes. it was in the dread havoc of that
retreat that Washington, rushing forward
into tho centra of the melee, was entangled
fn the enemy's troops, on tho top of a
high hill, south-west of the Meeting
House, while Pulaski was sweeping, on
witj his grim smil-V0 have, ope more
bout with the eager red coats.
Washington was in terrible danger
his troops were rushing to the Sooth
the British troopers came sweeping np
Uphill and around him while Pulaski,
on a hill some hundred yards distant, was
scattering a parting blessing .among the
hordes of Hanover.
It was a glorious pnze, the justs
Washington, in the heart of the Bntiak
ajj.ni rii. PnUndnr' turned hi
eye caught the sight of the iron gray and
his rider. He tnrned to his troopers
his whiskered lip .vreathed with a grim
smile be waved his sword he pointed
to the iron grey and its rider.
There was but one moment.
With one impulse the band wheeled
their war horses, and with a dark body,
solid and compact, was spreading over
the valley like a thunderbolt, sped from
the heavens three hundred swords rose
glittering in a faint glimpse of sunlight
and in front of the avalanche, with his
form raised to its full height, a dark
frown on his brow, a fierce smile on his
lip, rode Pulaski. Like a spirit ronsed
into life by the thunderbolt, he rode
his eyes were fixed upon the iron gray
and its rider his band had but one look,
one will, one shout for Washington I
The British had encircled the Ameri
can leader already thev felt secure of
their prey already the head of "that
traitor" Washington, seemed to yawn
above the gates of London.
But that trembling of the earth in the
valley yonder. What means it?
That terrible beating of hoofs,
what
does it portend ?
That ominous silence and now
shont not of words or of names,
that
but
that half yell, half hurrah, which shrieks
from the Iron Men, as they scent their
prey 1 What means it all?
Pulaski is on our track! The terror
of theBriti.sh army is in our wake !
And on he came he and his gallant
band. A moment, and he had swept
over the British crushed mangled,
dead and dying they strewed the green
sod he had passed over the hill, he had
passed the form of Washington.
Another moment I And the iron band
had wheeled back in the same career of
death they came! Routed, defeated,
crushed, the red coats flee from the hill,
while the iron band sweep onnd the
form of George Washington they en
circle him with their forms of oak, their
k words of steel the shont of bis name
rings through the air, and away to the
American host they bear him in all a
soldier's battle joy.
It was at Savannah that night came
down upon Pulaski.
Yes, I see him now, under the gloom
of night, riding forward towards yonder
ramparts, his black steed rearing alott,
while two hundred of his own men fol
low at his back.
Right on, neither looking to right or
left, he rides, his eye fixed upon the can
non of the British, his sword gleaming
over his head.
For the last time, they heard that war
cry
"Forwarts, Brndern, Forwarts 1"
Then they saw that black horse plung
ing forward, his fore feet resting on the
cannon of the eaemy, while his warrior
rider arose in all the pride of his form,
his face bathed in a flash of red light.
That flash once gone, they saw Pulas
ki no more. But they found him, yes,
beneath the enemy's cannon, crushed by
the same gun that killed his steed ye,
they fonnd them, the horse and rider,
resting together in death, that noble face
glaring in tho midnight sky with glassy
eyes.
So in his glory he died. He died while
xVmerica and Poland were yet in chains.
He died, in the stout hope that both
would one day be free. With regard to
America, his hope has been fulfilled, bnt
Poland
Tell me, shall not the day come, when
yonder monument, erected by the warm
Southern hearts, near Savannah, will
yield up its dead ?
For Poland will be free at last, as sure
an God is just, as sure as He governs the
Universe. Then, when re-created Po
land rears her Eagle aloft again, among
the banners of nations, will her children
come to Savannah, to gather up the ash
es of their hero, and bear him home,
with channt of priests, with the thunder
of cannon, with the tears of millions,
even as repentant France bore home her
own Napoleon.
Yes, the day is coming when Kosci
usko and Pulaski will sleep side by side
beneath the soil of Recreated Poland.
A CCSTOMEII FOR JeFFERSON DaVIS.
A tall man called to see Gov. Morgan at
Albany the other day, and desired to vol
unteer. He thonght he would like to
meet Jeff. Davis. The Governor asked :
J"Do von know anything of tactics ?"
"Well, a little ; think I could lead a
company just as lief go in the ranks."
"And what is your name ?"
"May Col. May.. You may remem
ber me."
If Col. May, late of the U. S. Drag
oons the man of long hair who resign
ed because he was maltreated by Jeff.
Davis when the latter was Secretary of
War gets at the head of a regiment,
we may see the tremendous feats of Palo
Alto and Resca re-enacted.
The Wat to Maxaqk Traitors.
Civil war is inaugurated. We cannot
tolerate a fire in the rear of our volunteers
who have already rnshed to the rescue of
their country. While wo cheerfully con
cede that patriotism alone is sufficient to
sustain our glorious old banner, yet as a
matter of precaution, we ask. of the Gen
eral Assembly now in session, this boon
that they shall invest the Governor
with power to draft the traitors, secession
ists, semi-traitors, dec, in our midst, and
thus compel them to show their colors.
They must adopt one of three alterna
tives: 1st, swear allegiance; 2d, leave the
State; or 3d, behnng. Chicago TrUuni.
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SEND THEM HOME TEHDEEXY.
OT GEORCE SV.'llUNOAV.
Th CoTrrnor or Massachusetts has sent the following
dispatch to lh Major of Bsllimore:
" I pray jou causa the todies of onr Slassacboseus sold
iers, dead in Baltimore, to Le immediate! laid oat, pre
serred in ice, and tender! sent forward bj express to me,
All expenses will be paid bj this Commonwealth.
" Jous A. AiDRinr, Gorernor of Maisacbasetts."
I.
In their own martial robes arrayed,
Willi cap and cloak and shining blade,
In the still coffin soWj laid.
Oh, send them tender!.
Oor bleedin- country's gallant corps
Of noble dead can sleep no more
Where monnments at Baltimore
Libel oor Libert.
II.
Oil, tonch them tenderly, I pray,
And soHly wipe the blood away
From the red lips of wounds that say,
'How sweet it is to die
For one's dear Coontry, at a time
Coincidence crowns, with snblime
Associations, deeds that chime
In boman history."
HI.
Deal gntly with the pale, cold dead,
For Massachusetts bows her head
Bat not with shame; her eyes are red
With weeping for die slain.
Like Rachel, she is sad indeed;
And long her broken heart will bleed
For children true in word and deed,
be cannot meet again.
IV.
Whiiper no worJ of treason, when
Te bear away oor brarest men
From the fool traitors' hatefol den,
, Bed with ocr brothers' blood;
A spot that must forerer be,
Like Fodom sunk beneath the sea.
It sinks in cowarJ treachery,
Unwept, beneath the flood.
Lift np each gallant son of Mars,
And shroud him ia the flag of stars,
Beneath whose folds be won the scars
Throosh which his spirit fled
Faom glory here to glory where
The banner blue in fields of air
Is bright with stars forerer there,
Without the stripes of red.
To Baltimore.
On tho new barracks erected
the
City Hall Park, for the accommodation
of soldiers passing through this city.
there has been displayed for the last two
or three days a placard containing only
the simple words : BtW To Baltimore
JSo words could be more expressive
than these two of the determination of
the loyal men of this country to protect
tho Union wherever it is assailed, and to
treat as enemies of their conntry all, of
whatever lond professions, who, on any
pretense, obstruct the Government's free
course, or try to defeat the plans of Gen
eral Scott for the protection of Washing
ton and the discomfiture and annihila
tion of the Montgomery mutineers.
S3T To Baltimore says the heart of
every man to-day who hates treason and
feels that beside the hypocritical treach
ery of Governor Hicks and the authori
ties of Baltimore, the course of the Cot
ton States becomes almost honorable.
To Baltimore where the soldiers of
Massachusetts and Pennsylvania were
waylaid and assassinated. To Baltimore
where treason has played its basest and
most mischievons part. To Baltimore
where tho banner of the Union has been
trampled in the dirt, and where assassins
have shed the first blood of our brethren.
t3T To Baltimore 1 and through rr!
THE TRAITORS OF MAItVLAND.
From Baltimore.
"Whoever tries to haul down that flag,
shoot him down," was the patriotic order
of General Dix, which four months ago
gave a healthy start to the National
blood.
It is onr watch-word to-day, as it was
then; and to-day, and to-morrow, and
forever, it will be the first motion of ev
ery patriot: "Whoever tries to haul down
that flag, shoot him down." In Balti
more it has not only been hauled down,
but trampled ignominionsly beneath the
feet of traitors. Under the pretense of
loyalty to the Union, with 'daily assuran
ces of faithfulness and good will, the das
tardly traitors of Maryland won the con
fidence of onr Government and of the
nation only to assassinate our brethren
only to plunder the Government stores
only to rob the United States mails-
only to tear up the highways only to
burn down the brioges only to cut the
telegraph lines only to offer low insults
to a Government whose well-laid plans
their nnlookcd for treachery has tempora
rily embarrassed.
We believed the people of Maryland
when they assnred us of their Joyalty.
We believed the Governor when with
incredible baseness he gave and repeated
his Judas-klss to the Union he was even
then betraying. We blnshed to suspect
men who had bound themselves to their
duty and theircountry by every bond
which honorable men hold sacred. They
have taught us a lesson, and now we shall
teach them one in return.
Last week these basest traitors murder
ed our men. Three days ago thev in
sulted our Government with dishonora
ble proposals. To-day their Legislature
meets at Annapolis to consummate trea
son by passing a secession act. Let
them go on, but let the watchword of ev
ery soldier of the Union be henceforth,
" Whoever tries to lower that flag, thoot
him down." Sew Tort Pott.
A Visit to Sullivan's Island General
Appearance of the Island after the
Battle.
The editor of the Charleston Courier,
who visited the scene of the late battle at
Fort Sumter on the 22d instant, gives
the following interesting particulars :
The floating battery, which bore such
a conspicuous part in the bombardment,
we fonnd lying in the cove near the land
ing on the south-west side. A few reg
ulars were standing or sitting about the
aecK, wuue tue sentinel was pacing up
and down surveying the party in silence.
Ihe guns were drawn back from the em
brasures, and the balls piled up in the
most regular order.
On looking aronud wo perceived the
opening in the roof, mado by the ball
from Sumter, which came too near the
head of Governor Manning to be consid
ered as intended only for a compliment.
It had pierced the thick layers of iron,
and shattered the yellow pine log under
neath. An opinion was expressed that
this was a vertical shot from one of the
heavy casemate guns of Sumter. On the
outside we counted sixteen indentations.
The Dahlgren battery is nearly on the
front beach to the north of the floating
battery. It was uninjured, but the hous
es around it are almost completely rid
dled. The Enfilade battery has, since the
surrender, been dismantled. The build
ings all around have been more or less
battered by the balls cutting through the
roofs, splitting posts, doors, and windows,
and, in many places, leaving an opening
through each floor to the ground under
neath. Ono ball glanced along the em
brasures, striking the palmetto support
and flying off without further damage.
The mortar battery was untouched by
Sumter; and it is believed but very few
shots were sent in this direction. A few
random balls struck the buildings in the
vicinity, bnt which were, no doubt, in
tended for the Enfilade battery. This
battery will also be removed.
The raking fire from Fort Sumter
against Fort Moultrie was terribly de
structive, and when viewed in connection
with the fact that no life was lost, is the
most extraordinary case ever recorded in
history. As you enter, the eye falls np
on the battered walls of the archway.
with openings in some places large enongh
for windows. In other places may be
seen tho hanging splinters of the rafters,
large pieces of ceiling, seemingly abont
to drop, while the holes in the roof throw
a clear light over the scene of destruction
which renders it painfully impressive.
It would bo an almost impossible task to
count the number of balls discharged at
this devoted fortress. All of the officers
quarters were battered with seven, eight
or ten balls, which penetrated the whole
depth of the bnilding. The western wall
on the upper balcony was entirely shot
away. The barracks were almost en
tirely destroyed. The fnrnace for heat
ing the shot was struck four times, the
flag of the Confederate States received
three shots, and the Palmetto flag four ;
a rather singular and peculiar circum
stance, when viewed in connection with
the seven Confederate States. The mer
lons of sand bags, etc., remain unbroken.
On the outside walls W9 counted over
one hundred shots. Laborers were en
gaged in clearing away fallen bricks, etc.
It will be necessary to pull down the old
walls and re-build anew. Even the beds
and bedding in the officers' quarters and
the men's barracks were cut and torn in
to splinters and shreds. Had it not been
for the bomb proof shelter, the loss of life
would, no doubt, have been appalling.
One shell entered the brick wall of Major
Ripley's bed-room, ran down the wall,
and burst on the bureau, immediately
over the head of the bed. Our limited
time prevented us from visiting the bat
tery to tho north of Fort Moultrie. We
learn, however, that though many of the
bnildings around it had been struck sev
eral times, and fences, trees, etc., cut
away, the battery snstained no injury.
The Virginia rifles. Capt-Tupper, 100
rank and file, were received into service
in December last.
They have become excellent artillerists,
and have received commendation from
the highest quarters for their skill and
accuracy of fire. By their labor the bat
tery has been extended and fortified so as
to render it almost impregnable from
troops landing upon the Island. Addi
tional angles have been built, and the
guns and traverses altered so as to com
mand the eastern approaches of the is
land as well as the channel. They have
also constructed a magazine remarkable
for its security, dryness, and apparent
capacity of resisting shell of the largest
size. A bomb proof place of shelter has
likewise been thrown up by them for the
protection of their reliefs in time of ac
tion. Their battery consists of three twenty
four pounders, one thirty-two pounder,
and a forty-two pounder (see coast how
itzer) for eight-inch shell. These com
mand the Maflit and North channels,
nd, as previously stated, also the ap
proaches to Fort Moultrie from the east
ern end of the Island.
The Courier gives a list of about twen
ty houses which were almost or wholly
ruined by the shot, and says that many
more were much damaged. Fences were
also broken down and the railroad track
torn up.
-"Be sure that von don't leave out
single star of the 34," was the conclusion
of an order given for a nag at Baoalo on
Saturday. "
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WAS QTTESTIOHS.
TO COL. C. M. CLAY.
BY WILLIAM BOSS WALLACE.
" The lattU ufm-'tki'nrg ntUrcftU JViitiW
D. CuariK.
O, seUier! O, so'nier! why thus is your hand
With snch eagerness clasped on yoar sharp battle-brand!
Has joor flag been inmlted? its eagle betrayed!
For rerenge flash the flames of that Mood-drinking blade!
"Not reeenge, not resenge, that is arming me now,
at as white as the dore's is the plume on my brow,
Though my flag was insnlted the Star-flag that rolled
Like a storm for tb Right o'er my fathers of old:"
II.
O, soldier! O, soldier! sat glory yoo seek,
Where the War-demon shouts, and the deatli-TsItnres
shriek!
Does your manly brow yearn for the laurels that ware
On the tree that is nnrsed by the blood of the brare!
"O, no! 'tis not glory that calls on my soul,
Where the black cannons roar and the red banners roll;
Though t there that the bold, gallant hand may entwine
A green wreath for his name on a world-worshipped shriner
III.
O, soldier! O, soldier! then trAy is yoorLand
With sneb eagerness clasped on that sharp battle-brand!
While the flash on your brow, and the flash in your eye.
Show that storms of deep passion are thundering by!
"Til the Right! Tis the Right! God'a own high, holy
Right,
That has called me, and armed for the terrible right!
O, ye shades ofmr fathers! O, ye, to whose hand
We hare owed the great Unto that blesses our land,
Lo, the traitors hare struck! They would rend the star-fald
That for Freedom, and Honor, and Troth, ye unrolled!
How your grand eyes look ea me! I rush to the strife,
Not for fame or rerenge bnt tkt Xatinal Itftt"
A German Yiiits the President Elect.
Springfield, 111., Jan. 23, 1861.
Yesterday, for the first time since a
good while, Mr. Lincoln had a vacant
day. The more the mania to comprom
ise increases, and the more therefore the
possibility is increasing that the Presi
dent new elect will be compromised away
himtelf, the cooler grows the patriotism
of men who aro willing to serve their
country in offices.
Well, I had an interview with Old
Abe yesterday. "Please tell me," I ask
ed him, "how is it possible that in the
South, all and every one, can swear upon
the absurd assertion that the Southerner
has the same right to go into the Terri
tories with his slaves as the Northerner
with his property. There can ba but a
few there who nre stupid enough not to
conceive that there is really a perfect
equality of rights, as neither the South
erner nor the Northerner is permitted to
take slave property into the Territories?"
"Do yon not see," replied Mr. Lincoln,
"that the boutb is right from her point
of view? We Northerners, if we go in
to the Territories, are able to live with
out slaves, but the Southerners are not.
The Southerner is not a perfect hnman
being without his negro; if he is without
his negro, he is wanting of something to
be on an equal with ns he U without
his armrlegt back, laboring power: in
short, without everything that constitutes
the pioneer, and very often even without
his head, diligence and skill. The slave
holder is but a fraction of a human be
ing, while we Northerners are unite. Yes,
very often he is but a zero that obtains
its value from a prefixed 1, and solid ne
gro, mere is an old proverb: 'Ulothes
make the man, but it is also true that
'Negroes make the man.' Now how in
the world can it be demanded that the
slaveholder should go into the Territories
like a helpless baby, withont bis negro,
who enables him to compete with free
men ?" Mr. Abe spoke this with such
an artful seriousness that I had to look
first into his eye, in order to know what
he meant.
The amiable Mrs. Lincoln served np
for ns yesterday, for dessert, a very fine
tart by saying: "Since everybody is
brewing and baking, compromises now,
therefore I baked for yon, Abe, a 'com
promise tart to-day. Ihe flour of it is
from Missouri, the butter from Wiscon
sin, the milk trom Illinois, the lard trom
Kentucky, the sugar from Louisiana, the
syrup from Iowa, the eggs from Indiana.
the fruit from Delaware, the citron from
Massachusetts, the pepper from Texas,
the salt from New York, the large rais
ins from South Carolina; in short, from
every State is one of the ingredient parts."
"Very fine and tasteful," said old Abe,
tasting the tart, and smacking his deli
cate lips with the air of a connoisseur,
but there is one thing wanting in your
compromise tart; you ritdn l bake any
niggers in it; without niggers there wonld
be no compromises, and withont com
promises there would be no niggers; in
this country nothing is of any value with
out the nigger. The eagle on the great
seal of the Union ought to be erased and
the nigger placed there instead."
Perhaps it.is not known as much as
it ought to be, that the President elect is
in the habit of acting as his own servant,
blacking his own boots and brushing his
own clothes, and that be will not allow
himself to be served. He intends to ad
here to this habit also at the White
House. I cannot imagine the beautiful
effect of the contrast, if one day the Eng
lish or French Embassador should pay
him a visit, early ia the morning, and
find him at the back door of the White
House engaged in polishing bis brogans,
with the profonnd air of a freeman, self
dependent and self-reliant. Such a man
we need, in order to brash and scrnb the
pnffed-op aristocrats of the South, and
extract a little of the dust from their
jackets. In this respect Lincoln will
surpass Fabricius, Cato, and Oincinnatus,
who had, at least, their slaves and ser
vants. Labor will come to honor again.
IOXAZ ZiVIEE ShTAPTLER..
Eloquent Talk from the "Sew Yori
Pott.
At Last. The Confederate traitors
have chosen war. After four months of
elaborate preparation they have at ,lstt
made haste to attack Major Anderson and
his small force before his succors conld
arrive.
They have done their best to gain their
prize without risking their lives; and
when at last, it was evident even to them
that the government was no longer to ba
bullied, they have hastened to open their
batteries upon the starving handful in
Sniuter, in the hope to weary them oat
before help could reach them.
The Motley of the next generation will
dwell with genorous ardor upon the pic
ture of the long vigil in Sumter. He
will describe the midnght transfer from
Fort Moultrie. He will gibbet in one
sentence the traitor Floyd, who could
give the lost moments of his official life
to penning a studdied insult to the bravo
Anderson. He will recount the weary
watch of the little garrison for reinforce
ments which an imbecile and vacillating
President ordered to-day and re-called to
morrow. He will admire the manly si
lence with which a brave soldier bora
the calumnies of his enemies. He will
picture the eighty men, looking out daily
upon the vast preparations made for their
destruction ; obedient to their orders to
act only on the defensive ; giving daily
to their failing strength to add what lit
tle they might to the defences of their
post ; watching with anxious eyes the de
creasing store of provisions ; their faces
paling with the long confinement, thier
brave hearts never faltering from their
duty.
He will picture the calm Sabbath mor
ning on which the women and children
took their sad farewell from the garrison.
He will recite the impudent demands of
traitors upon a loyal government. He
will relate with wondering scorn, that
even in this great crisis' of the nation's
history, there was not wanting a handful
of pitiful traitors at the North to grary
in the progress of treason.
Lastly he will describe the attack,
made hastily, in fear of the arrival of re
inforcements. The first gun at early day
from Fort Moultrie. The reply from
Sumter ; the growing circle of fire around
the devoted garrison; the crowds gathered
in the city's front to witness the unequal
strife and glory in the attempt of five
thousand men to slay eighty of their
countrymen. He will relate that in this
solemn moment a late United States Sen
ator "fired agon by way of amusement,"
and that five thonsand South Carolinian
women denying the instincts of woman
hood, gathered to view the bloody spec
tacle, and "stand ready to-day to respond
to any sacrifice that may be required of
them."
He will speak of tho prayers arising
to God from the throbbing hearts of mil
lions of loyal men and women and it
will be his to describe how those prayers
were answered.
This is a day which will ever be me
morable in our annals. To-day treason
has risen from blustering words to cow
ardly deeds. Men made reckless by a
long life of political gambling for years
cherishing treason next their hearts while
swearing fealty to the government have
at lost goaded themselves on to murder a
small band of faithful soldiers. They have
deliberately chosen the issue of battle. To
day he who hesitates in his allegiance is a
traitor with them.
But there is no hesitation. The coun
try responds as one man to the call up
on in its resources. We have been pa
tient till patience was almost a vice. The
Administration has done all and mora
than all that the most scrupulous regard
for life demanded of it. Even the last
words of the brave Anderson were calm
and temperate, and in accordance with his,
strictest duty. If there was an atom left
of that chivalry, of which South Caroli
na boasts so loudly, even traitors would
have respected the bravery of Sumter's
garrison, and tnrned the battle, if battle
they must have, to another point. But
they glory, in their cowardlv glee, in their
thousands hunting to dei the loyal
eighty.
To-day the nation looks to the govern
ment to pnt down treason forever. It
will not grudge the men or the money
which are needed. We have enjoyed for
eighty years the blessing of liberty and
constitutional government. It is a'smalL
sacrifice we are now to lay npon the .al
tar. In the name of constitutional liber
ty, in the name of law and order, in th
name of all that is dear to freemen, we
shall pnt down treasoa and restore the.
supremacy of the Constitution. Let but
the government prove itself equal to the
great occasion, and the' people will not"
fail it.
Prettt Ihcidswt is the 8outk. Otv
the occasion of ths illumination at New
Orleans on the passage of the Louisiana"
Ordinance o Secession, c lady who' was '
for the Union refused to allow the pro
prietor of the St, Charles, hotel to light
up her room which faced on the street.
When evening came she arranged the
stars and stripes at ber window, and the
lights ia the other windows served-to re
veal that ensign in the centre of the holel
illuminated in honor of its overthrow.f
The effect was to give the impression that
the whole house was paying homage" to
the American flag. ,
The Colt Fire-arms' manufacturing
Company have tendered one tboasaad of'
their best arms to a regiment of Connec
ticut volunteers.
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