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BY JAMJES A. HOYT.
ANDERSON C. H., S. C., THURSDAY MORNING, NOVEMBER l, 1866.
VOLUME II.?NO. 20.
BY JAMES A. HOYT.
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Ladies' Memorial Association of Pendletoa.
DECOHATING THE GRAVES OF BOLSTERS.
SPEECH OF GEN. hampton?letter OF
Mr. Hoyt: The ladies of the Pendleton
Memorial Society, selected Thursday, the
lith inst., to wreathe with flowers the
soldiers' graves in their community.
. This beautiful tribute of affection began
at; the saored grounds, near the old ven?
erated "Stone Church"?here sleeps, in
solemn fame, some of the glorious fathers
of the Revolution?beside them is a fitting
spot for gallant sons that fell, struggling
to maintain the boon of liberty bequeath?
ed, to them by these heroes of by-gone
The decorations in the village church?
yard" commenced at 11 o'clock. The pro?
cession was one to arouse all the tender
emotions of which hearts are capable. In
front, was a lovely maiden, bearing a
banner in honor of the retarned soldiers;
next came little childron, scattering flow?
ers before the brave men that had come
home to be our hope and pride. As these
passed on, among them were seen the
crippled, the maimed, the care-worn, the
scarred. Every bosom swelled with feel?
ings of gratitude, to them, aDd every heart |
extended to them a heaven-born blessing.!
Then, with ead, slow steps, camo in
single file, forty-two fair young girls,
robed in spotless white, bearing banners
draped in mourning, whereon was in?
scribed suitable mottoes, and on each tho
name of a fallen soldier. As this long
line passed on, tear-drops glistened on the
eheeks of aged fathers, and mothers re?
sisted not the swelling sobs of anguish,
as they saw the name of their earthly
idols enrolled among the dead. Oh! it
was a scene over which widows and or?
phans, and brothers and sisters, and
Wext came the speakers, and lastly, the
citizens. In which order, they repaired
to the stand, where the audience was fa?
vored by two appropriate and beautiful
addresses?the first by our beloved Hamp?
ton?the last by the chivalric and talent?
ed Basley. Before these speeches, prayer
was offered up to the great Jehovah, by
Eev. Mr. Met.alt.y, and afterwards by
- Enclosed you will find a letter, written
on the occasion, to the ladies, by Mr.
Wahren D. Wiekes, whom, we regret,
was obliged to decline the invitation ex
tooded to him. Also, a copy of General
Hampton's speech for publication. We
hope Gen. Easley will send a copy of his,
when it will be .forwarded to you imme?
Miss SALLIE LYNCH,
President of the Association.
GENiWADE HAMPTON'S ADDRESS.
Ladies, Brother Soldiers and Fel?
low Citizens :
Though I appreciate most highly the
honor conferred by your invitation, to ad?
dress you on this solemn occasion, I as?
sume the duty your kindness has imposed
on me with the utmost diffidence. If you
were assembled to welcome home tho
brave men given by this mountain region
to pur country?to extend to them a cor?
dial "welldone,"-or to crown them with
the laurel they so nobly won, most glad?
ly would my voice swell the general and
joyful acclaim. But when you come to
mourn as dead the heroes you fondly
hoped to greet living?when you place
the laurel, not upon the brows, but on the
tombs of your sons, and when, instead of
giving ,tb them the wreath of the con?
queror, you are called to strew their un?
timely graves with the lunereal cypress, I
feel how powerless is language to give ut?
terance to your sacred grief, or to bring
comfort to your stricken hearts. Though
J know how futile would be any attempt
on my part to do this, I can and do offer
to you ray heartfelt sympathy. As a sou
of Carolina, I mourn the precious blood
she has poured out so lavishly, and alas!
so fruitlessly; as your fellow-citizen, I
participate in your grief, and as a South?
ern soldier I claim the right to do honor
to the memory of my fallen oomrades.
I come, then, at your command to join in
your holy work to-day; to lay my hum?
ble offering on the graves of your kin?
dred, and to pay the only tribute of re?
spect in my power to their memory. This
j I hold to be a 3acred duty on the part of
every surviving soldier of the South, and
should I ever fail in its discharge, "may
my right hand forget its cunning, and ray
tongue cleave to the roof of my mouth."
It becomes us to bow in humble submis?
sion to that decree which took from us, in
all the pride of youth, and strength, and
beauty, those who were dearer to us than
life, knowing as we do that it came from
Him who is all-merciful, as well as all
wise. It is our duty to submit patiently,
and without a murmur, to His chastening
rod, and to accept, without repining, the
conditions and the duties He imposes;
but while we do this, we can still cherish
in our heart of hearts the memory of
those who gave, not only all that makes
life dear, but life itself, in that heroic
struggle which has covered our land with
graves, has clothed our people with sack?
cloth, and has left us ruined and well
nigh broken-hearted; but amid the ruin
of our hopes, the wreck of our fortunes,
the desolation of our land, we have the'
proud consciousness of knowing that the I
South?our own dear South?during her
short-lived, and now extinct nationality,
has written on the page of every-ltving
history an imperishable record of noble
deeds, the lustre of which will never fade.
That she has given to the world glorious
names, which men will not willingly let
die; and that ruined, desolated, vanquish?
ed, as she now is, she can still proudly
and fearlessly commit the judgment of
her cause to impartial posterity. And the
men who, believing that they were fight?
ing in a just cause, and believing this,
clung to their colors and to their cause as
long as those colors waved, and until that
cause was hopeless, can meet, without one
emotion of shame, even our noble wo?
men, nor fear to hear from one of them
the bitter taunt wrung from the heart of
the indignant and heroic Queen, to her
recreant son, as he looked back weeping
over the fair domain he had lost forever,
"Aye, weep like a woman over what thou
hadst not the courago to dofend like a
man." Such were the men to whose
memory you are now doing honor. The
principles which they had held sacred,
were to bo submitted to the fiery ordeal
of battle, and true to their life-long con?
victions, they buckled on their armor at
the call of their State. They believed
that tbey would have been traitors had
they done ntberwiso. You, my country?
women, believed so, too; you believe so
still, and even now, weeping as you must
do over their graves, you "wouid not ex?
change your dead sons for any living
sons in Christendom." The world may,
perhaps, pronounce another judgment
than ours on the justice of the cause in
which they fell, but as long as patriotism
is more than an empty name?as long as
devotion to duty is esteemed the highest
principle of action?as long as noble
deeds kindle the admiration of man?
kind?as long as knightly courago stirs
the heart of man like the blast of a bu?
gle, so long will their names he held iu
reverence?so long will brave men and
gentle women cherish their memory; and
in after ages to their tombs will
'?Honor come, n pilgrim grey,
To bless the turf that wraps their clay."
This region ?;ave to our "lost cause"
some of its noblest supporters, and the
number of graves which you have, with
pious hands, this day decked with flowers
and laurel, tells in silent, but emphatic
language, how fearfully it suffered. And
not alone in the number of its dead, great
as that is. did it suffer, for here, as else?
where, Death has shown that he loves a
shining mark. In your quiet graveyards
sleep men whose names are deservedly
dear to every Carolinian. There is laid
Carolina's first, and. one of her noblest
offerings on the altar of liberty?the he?
roic Bee. There rest Stephens, the brave,
the earnest, the devoted soldier. Kilpat
rick, whose modesty was only exceeded
by his courage, and the gallant 3Tpung
Sloan. There, by the side of the officers
whom they so often followed to victory
comrades in death as in life?repose the
brave men whose heroic deeds were illus?
trated on most glorious battlefields.
Each of these, if he was a true and faithful
soldier, is as worthy of our gratitude as
any officer who gave lustre to our army.
I would not pluck one leaf from the laa
rel which binds the brows of our great
commanders ; I would detract nothing
from their well-earned fame?a fame as
wide as the world, and as enduring ; but
the foundation on which their glory rests
was laid in the courage, the constancy,
the faith, the endurance, the patriotism
of the common soldiers?those brave men
who, half-clothed, poorly fed, badly arm?
ed and unpaid, gave without grudging
their all to their country. The private
could hope for no distinction; he could
look for no reward beyond the conscious?
ness of duty performed, and the success
of that cause to which he had devoted
his life. Yet these incentives were found
strong enough to give to the South an
army not surpassed in the glory of its
achievements by the legions of the Great
Frederick, the troops which Wellington
so often led to victory, or the veterans
with which Napoleon conquered the
world. Give, then, all praise and honor
to the brave, the true, the faithful soldier,
living or dead. If he has brought back
from his glorious battlefields an untar?
nished record, or honorable scars, extend
to him the helping hand of brotherly
love. If he has sealed his devotion to his
country with his life, honor his memory,
comfort those he has left, and deck, as
you have this day done, his humble
though honorable grave, with the ever?
green laurel. His very name, it is true,
may be unknown to the world, but it
may be that of a patriot and a hero; and
perhaps at the last great Roll-Call, when
the aotions and the motives of all will be.
weighed by an unerring and impartial
Judge, that name will bo found inscribed,
in living letters, high on Heaven's bright
and eternal Roll of Honor.
All who fell are enshrined in some lov?
ing hearts; tender and tearful memories
cluster around their graves, and in the
prayers of widows and orphans, which
ascend daily to the Throne of Grace from
many a bereaved household, are they still
fondly remembered. The country for
which they died has no recognized exis?
tence amongst the nations of the earth;
the nationality they fought to establish is
blotted out, and in their graves lie buried
our dearest hopes. We hoped to see the
South a strong and exultant young na?
tion, emerging from the conflict which
gave her birth, crowned with glory,
proudly taking her place among the em?
pires of the world, rewarding With lavish
hand her living, while she reverently
mourned her dead heroes. But it has
pleased God to dissipate these cherished
hopes, to dispel this bright illusion, and
she stands to-day a discrowned Queen,
outraged, insulted, despoiled; her richest
jewels trampled in the mire, her "chil?
dren desolate because the enemy prevail?
ed." The touching lamentation of the
inspired Prophet, as he bewailed the de?
parted glory of his beloved city, gives a
mournful and truthful picture of the con?
dition of our country. "The Lord hath
trodden under foot all my mighty men in
the midst of me; ho hath called an as?
sembly against me to crush my voung
men. Zion spreadeth forth h?r Lands,
and there is none to comfort her; abroad
the sword bereaveth, at home there is
death. The elders of the daughter of Zi?
on sit upon the ground and keep silence ;
the virgins of Jerusalem hang down their
heads to the ground. Our inheritance is
turnod Xp strangers, oar houses to aliens.
We have given the hand to the Egyp?
tians and to the Assyrians, to be satisfied
with bread. Servants have ruled over
us; there is none that doth deliver us out of
their hand." These sad words seem to
tho Southern heart to foretell the fate of
the South, and on every side we see the
literal fulfilment of tho terrible doom.
In this condition of our country, when
she can noither extend aid to her suffer?
ing children, or pay honor to her dead, it
is eminently proper that personal affec?
tion and private charity should assume
tho duties which public generosity can?
not discharge.' Let our whole people
constitute themselves a great benevolent
society, to relieve the indigent, to feed
the hungry, to clothe the naked, to edu?
cate the ignorant, to help the orphans, to
comfort tho widow, and to pay evory
tribute of respect to our
Who for faith and for freedom,
Lay slaughtered in vain."
In this, as in every other good work,
the women of the South have taken the
lead. From Virginia to Texas, actuated
by one common inspiration of devotion
and gratitude, they are cheering, com?
forting, consoling the living, while, with
pious hearts and tender hands, they are
collecting the hallowed dust of their fal?
len kindred, preserving their ashes from
desecration, and honoring their memory.
When the storm of war burst in all its
wild fury over our desolated land, they
sent their husbands, their sons, their
brothers to battle, with smiling faces, it is
true, but with breaking hearts. In doing
this, they gave as much to our cause, and
exhibited as true heroism, as did the
bravest soldier whoso sword ever flashed
in the front ot battle.
"The maid who binds her warrior's sash,
And smiling, all her pain dissembles,
The while beneath the drooping lash
Oue starry tear-drop hangs and trembles,?
Though Heaven alone record the tear,
And Fame shall never know her story,
Her heart has shed a drop as dear
As ever dewed the fields of glory.
The wife who girds her husband's sword,
'Mid little ones who weep and wonder,
And bravely speaks the cheering word,
What though her heart be rent asunder;
Doomed nightly in her dreams to hear
The bolts of war around him rattle,
Has shed as sacred blood as e'er
Was poured upon the plains of battle.
The mother who onceals her grief,
While to her heart her sou she presses,
Then breathes a few brave words aud brief,
Kissing the patriot now she blesses ;
With no one but her secret God,
To know the pain that weighs upon her,
Sheds holy blood, as e'r the sod
Received on freedom's field of honor."
Thus did the women of the South,
maid, wife, mother'?all gave to their
country the dearest objects of their affec?
tions, and only those who have seen some
being arouno whom clustered the fondest
hopes, the brightest anticipations; the
dearest affections, struck down by the
cruel hand of war, in all the flush of his
radiant beauty, in the dawn of a noble
manhood, in the vigor of his strength, and
in the pride of his glorious courage, can
tell how much harder it is to do this, than
to face danger in any shape. All these
sacrifices were made by the women of the
South, and had they done nothing else,
their fame would live in song and story to
the "last syllable of recorded time." But,
great as were their offerings to the cause
of our country, they made others scarcely
inferior. The soldiers needed clothing,
which our Government could not supply.
Busy fingers at home, urged by affection?
ate hearts, plied the loom and the needle,
and our army was clothed. They needed
subsistence?every woman of her penury
gave all she could?in many instances all
her living, and the army was fed. Hos?
pitals were required?woman's piety
erected, at almost every Railroad Station,
wayside homes, where the sick or wound?
ed soldier could feel, that if not in his
own home, he was in one where kind
hearts and gentle hands supplied all that
affections could give. Nurses for the hos?
pitals were called for?thousands respon?
ded to the call?and from many a dying
soldier have earnest prayors been wafted
to heaven for their kind nurses^ who|
I cheered his last moments?and many a
living one invokes daily blessings on the
strange, but kindly hands, which minis?
tered to his wants, soothed his sufferings,
or dressed his wounds. Everywhere, that
her presence could cheer, or comfort or
help, was woman found; and had every
man but done his duty, as nobly as the
women discharged theirs, the Southern
Confederacy would not now be among the
things that have passed away. You, my
country-women of Carolina, can claim
your full share of the suffering, the sacri?
fices, the glory, brought upon your sex
by this direfnl war, which seems scarcely
yet closed; for its failure, you at least,
can feel no self-reproach ; for to secure its
success, you gave all, bore all, dared all.
But your task is not yet ended?your
duties not yet finished. Those of the sol?
diers have ceased?our swords are sheath?
ed, and they are resting in their scabbards.
It is yours to teach us resignation, as you
inspired us with courage?to allay the
fierce passions aroused by war?to extend
your sweet charities whereon want and
sorrow exist?to bless the living?to hon?
or the dead, and to "allure to higher
worlds." It would be presumption in me
to tell you where to seek comfort for
every affliction?a balm lor every wound.
I can only commend you to Him who is
abundantly able and willing to give both.
The Christian's hope?-the Christian's faith
will sustain you as you look upon the
graves of your kindred; and the pride of
the patriot bidB you
"Mourn not the dead, 'tis they alone,
Who arc the peaceful and the free."
Ladies,: the duty you assigned to me
has been discharged; how inadequately
none can feel moro sensibly than myself;
but your kindness will make you look
with leniency on this effort to pay honor
to your dead. For yourselves, I pray
that God may grant you His richest
mercies?that you may bo always safe in
the hollow of His hands; that he may
comfort your hearts; and that He may
send, even from these graves over which
you no"w weep sorrowing, a voice
"In still, small accents whispering from the ground,
A grateful earnest of eternal peace."
LETTER FROM COL. W. D. WILKES.1
Anderson C. H., Oct. 10,1866.
To the Ladies of the Memorial Association
I have purposely refrained from re-;
sponding to your flattering invitation, to
unite with you to-morrow,.m doing honor
to the memory of the Confederate dead,
who lie entombed in your cemetery, with
the hope that it might be possible for me
to be present. A press of professional bu?
siness forbids mo that pleasure, and I write
at the last hour, to oxprcss to you the
measuro of my disappointment, as also,
my hearty concurrence in the proposed
tribute of respect. The act itself* has no
covert moaning?no political significance
-tt\& not prospective, but retrospective in
its character, and is dictated by an in?
stinct of the human heart, common alike
to men of all ages and grades of civiliza?
tion ; to the savage, to the Moslem, the Is
roalite and the Christian. No generous
victor could forbid the kindred, country?
women and surviving comrades of our do
parted heroes, to shod a tear and lay their
chaplets upon their graves?the last sad
office which it Is competent for affection
to render. Whether they were success?
ful?whether the verdict of the word ad?
judges them to have been in the right or
in the wrong, we have not forgotten?wo
can never forget, that amid privation and
suffering unparalleled in modern times,?
often half clad, half fed, and inefficiently
armed, they bore triumphantly aloft the
Bonnie Blue Flag along the fiery crest of
an hundred battle-fields, and at last met
death as vicarious offerings for a cause,
which we in common with themselves,
loved with a passionate devotion, and re?
garded as the exponent of Constitutional:
hberty. The men whoso sunken graves
you will repair and adorn, we can never I
school our hearts to regard with other]
than feelings of reverence,?they have re
I enacted, in common with their fallen com-1
rades, the scenes of Platoa, and Ther- j
mopylas, and Marathon, in the New World, j
and encircled the Southern brow with
glory bright as the diadems that crown
tho night of her cloudless skies, and grati?
tude and affection alike impel us to do
what we can, consistently with our pre?
sent relations and duties, to consecrate
their names and memories. The thou?
sands of officers and privates, of whom
Jackson was but a pro-eminent type, who
perished in defence of tho "Lost Cause,"
could never have been false to principle
and duty, and palsied be the tongue that
would pronounce them "Traitors" and
"Rebels." Upon their graves we rever?
ently place, if not tho laurel garlands of
the victor, at least tho tokens of our un?
dying gratitude and quenchless love, and
commit tho duty of rearing their monu?
ments and writing their epitaphs to other
men, in some golden age, foretold by
prophets and sung by poets, when the
truth, and right, and principle for which,
they confessed, shall come forth in the
resurrection of buried principles and bless
mankind. Her flag is folded, her drums
muffled, her cannon hushed, her battalions
scattered, and tho South lies prostrate in
the dust of defeat and humiliation, but
she is dearer to me in the day of her hu?
miliation than was sho in the hour of her
pride and power. In the language of an
eloquent son of Alabama, we can declare
that, "Each new made grave of her sons
fallen in her defence?each mutilated form
of the Confederate soldier?her widow's
tear, her orphan's cry?aro but so many
chords that bind mo to her in her desola?
tion, and draw my affections the closer
around my stricken country. Though I
be false in all else, I will be true to ner.
Though all others may prove faithless, I
will be true to her stall; And when, in
obedience to the great command, 'dost to
dust,' my heart shall return to the earth
from whence it sprung, it shall sink into
her bosom with the proud consciousness
that it never knew one beat not in uni?
son with the honor, the interests, the
glory of my country."
Ladies! your delicate sympathies dic?
tated this appropriate and touching cere?
mony. It seems to be eminently proper,
that as the Southern soldier enshrined in
his heart the name of woman, and died
for her, she should gently lay upon his
grave the memorials of a people's love
and respect. Very Respectfully,
WARREN D. WILKES.
The Tribune, in publishing the follow?
ing, says: "We print the news from
Washington with some degree of reluc?
tance. It is of so important a nature that
we should like to have official assurance
of its truth:"
Thero are important rumors in circula?
tion, to-day, that I have traced to an au?
thority which, if not official, justifies me
in sending them to you. The President
and Cabinet, instead of changing the do?
mestic policy of the administration, in
obedience to the will of the people as ex?
pressed in tho October elections, are now
intending to create a new and popular
foreign policy, to affect the November
elections. At the last Cabinet meeting,
it was resolved todemand payment at the
hands of the British Government in full
for all the outrages committed by the
rebel privateers which were fitted out in
England. This is said to have been the
decision of the Cabinet, and to carry out
this decision instructions were sent out to
Mr. Adams last Thursday. If England
suggests the propriety of calling a com?
mission, our Government will not acqui?
It is also stated, on the samo good au?
thority, that, on Wednesday last, Presi?
dent Johnson, General Grant and Secre?
tary Seward held a meeting, and it was
determined to recommend, as a measure
of the Administration, that we should pay
the French claims in Mexico, and receive
Mexican territory in exchange, probably
in tho neighborhood of Guaymas. Lewis
Campbell will shortly depart for Mexico.
Tho Juarez Government will be recog?
nized, and no other. As I have said, I do
not give this information as official, but as
rumors coming from high authority, and
genoraily believed. The Administration
hopes, by this change of policy, to make
amends with the pooplo for its disgrace?
ful course on reconstruction questions.
I am informed that Gen. Sherman has
made a second surrender to the rebels,
more disastrous to his fame than his cele?
brated surrender to Joo Johnston. We
all know that the General is conservative,
but despite Grant's order not to interfere
with politics, he makes his conservatism
political. He has written to the Presi?
dent, endorsing the policy unequivocally,
sustaining the President's course since
Lee's surrender, and making no allusion
to the amendment. This Tetter is held
in reserve, and will be printed just before
the New York election, in the hope of
carrying over some half-and-half Repub?
The Hon. Lewis D. Campbell, the
MiniMter to Mexico, arrived here to-day,
having been telegraph for by tho Presi?
dent. He has been closeted with the
President and Secretary Seward all the
evening. It is evident that the Mexican
question will soon bo definitely settled.?
Minister Campbell will leave here soon to
carry into effect the new state of affairs.
The holders of Mexican bonds are jubi?
lant over the state of affairs.
Notwithstanding the petulent denial of
the Press, in Philadelphia, it is very cer?
tain that Mr. Stanton will retire from the
Cabinet, being relieved at his own request.
Sherman will go into tho war office.?
Stanton is said to have expressed a de?
sire to go to Spain. The entreaties of
his friends may induce him to change his
mind, but his retirement from the war
office is fixed.
Gov. Swann, of Maryland, arrived here
from Annupolis last Saturday. He . is
still here. On Saturday, he had inter?
views with the President, Gen. Grant and
the Secretary of War. Swann is endeav?
oring to have the President sustain him
in removing from office the Police Com?
missioners of his State- Nothing definite
is known about the results of the inter?
views, but it is intimated that the Presi?
dent refused to interfere. This is not
certain, however, and nothing can be
known until tho time arrives. There is a
good deal of excitement here, owing to
the condition of affairs in Baltimore. All
kinds of rumors are afloat, and there is a
painful uneasiness among many.
It is'stated, upon good authority, that
the Quartermaster's Department has re?
ceived orders to provide quarters in this
District for 10,000 troops. The shipment
and sales of commissary stores that had
been accumulated here during the war
has ceased, by direction, within the past
? The Indianolis Herald is responsible
for the following:
Brownlow is said to have had his.shirt
washed at Buffalo, but left without paying
the colored lady for the nasty job. How?
ever, she made eighteen gallons of soap
out of tho grease extracted from the loy?
al parson's most intimate garment, thus,
coming out largely ahead. As the prin?
ters say, she "made fat" on it.
God pity the poor wretches whose
shirts and other traps are washed with
that soap, say we I If they don't have
the seven years itch, the incurable lepro-1
sy, boils, ulcers, scabs and sores, why,j
then, they are ironclad. The Lord pre?
serve all white men from soap made of
Brownlow grease.?Jja Oroase-Demoarat I
Northern vs. Southern Secession.
In the course of an interview that we
had with Jeff. Davis in January, 1865, the
subject of the terms of peace was intro?
duced. Mr. Davis asked us what was the
chief objection of the North to the recog?
nition of Southern independence. We an?
swered that the North knew perfectly
well, as unquestionably he did, that if sho
should lay down her arras and. consent to
a division of the Union into two Confed?
eracies, she herself would very soon be
dissolved?that State after State, States
singly and combinedly, would secede, ana*
the whole North be split up, into petty
powers or no powers, all of them contemp?
tible in the eyes of mankind, and not one
of them willing or able to contribute to
the payment of the national debt.Mr.
Davis replied, with his characteristic
calmness, that this was certainly true,
but that the same thing would happen,
and probably happen all the sooner, if
the North should continue to prosecute'
We thought at the time that Mr. iH?
vis was greatly mistaken, and told hint
so. We still trust that we were correct
in our estimate of the character of his
opinion, but just now we can indulge ho
over confidence that wo were. The North
continued to prosecute the war, and the
South, after the bravest and most desper-,
ate resistance known in war'sannals, was
conquered. But now come the North's
trials. Now we are to see the'test of her
internal strength. If, out of the dreadful
war between the North and the South, a
Northern civil war arises, if Northern
armies march against oach other, ven-'
geance before them and blood and death
and desert behind, many Northern States;
will very soon weary and sicken of the
horrid work, and will probably adopt se*
cession as tho quickest aud surest reme-.
dy, fully relying upon the mighty .troub?
les and perils of the Federal Government
as a perfect security against coercion.?.
Most likely the North western.States will
go off first, repudiating, of course, their
proportion of public debt, and thus piling
higher .the monstrous financial burden
npon the shoulders of the remaining States.
These will have neither the.will nor the
ability to bear up under the crushing
weight, and so others will secede, and
then others, till the whole North shall be
divided up into such poor little non debt
paying, feeble, mock nationalties as a
citizen of one of the Mexican States,'or-'
of the South American republics, or one
of the petty, miserable German princi?
palities might look upon with contempt
and scorn. Jeff Davis' declaration to us
as to the consequences of the war to the
North, if prosecuted, will be amply vindi?
cated, and whatever resentments, if any,
he cherishes against the North, will be
abundantly satisfied. We tell the North? ?
em fanatics, as a lover of our whole ooun
try we solemnly tell them, that, unless"
madness has seized upon their hearts and
brains, they will not insist on pushing the*
dissensions between the President and:
Congress to the fighting point They
may rest assured that, if the fight comes,
it will be, to them, such a one as they
have no account of, either in history or:
tradition. They will find it .an infinitely
different thing from the war of the re?
bellion, dreadful as that was throughout
all its annals. They will find themselves,
a divided people, divided almost equally,
divided and mutually hostile, whilst the.
whole population of the South will be a
unit, able to strike for their friends or to
stand afar from the flash, the crack and.
the roar of war, as may seem best to
them. The thick cloud ndw enveloping
the South may*be partially lifted j but
night and storm, surcharged with bloodjr
rain, will close over the North. Wo B?y
to the people of the North that a very''
large proportion of them have acted and'
are acting most unwisely, most madly.
Theirs is "the very error of the moon."''
They seem incapable of profiting either
by the Sooth's experiehce'or their own.
They imitate and follow the South in tho
most unhappy acts she ever committed.
The South, in 1861, undertook, to break?
up and destroy the Federal Constitution.
She rebelled against it. She set.at.
naught its provisions, and attempted to
maintain her attitude of hostility^.to; it by
force of arm 8. She failed. As graciously
as she could,.she recognized the result.
She bowed to the arbitrament of war,
and has been using whatever power and
influence she possesses in support of the
Constitution' she strove so fiercely and
desperately to subvert and annihilate.?
But lo! the Radical party of the North,
claiming to bo an overwhelming majority
of that great section, are now violating
and denying the Constitution even as the'
South violated and defied it. No sooner"
does the South give up rebellion, than
the Northern fanatics inaugurate it. It
is as true that there is a Northern rebel?
lion now. as that there was a Southern
rebellion five years ago. Rebellion has"
simply changed its locality.- But just as
ic failed in one section, it will inevitably
fail in the other. It can have no other:
future than a future like itspast?a future
of blood, and humiliation and misery.?
For years we invoked all the patriots of .
the whole country to pat down rebellion -
in the South?we now invoke tbem to
quell rebellion in the North.?Trentice,
? Brother Caleb Dowser gave in his
experience at a class meeting a few nights
since, as follows: "Brethering and Sis
terns, I was out in the swamp to-day,
and while I was a thinking about the
wickedness of my^ heart, I hearn sumthin
in the swamp cryin' out in a fearful voice,.
Calb ! Calb! Calb ! War it a sperrit, or
what war it brethering and sisterns ?"
! A death-like stijlness followed the query,
when a little red-headed urchin in the
back pavfcof the meeting house cried out:
111 It war a bull-frog, Mr. Bowser ?*