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Viittep for the Danner of the South.
The Wife.
I>Y HRNiIY (Li-VKLAND.
, t , 11 down from Ltfe’3 tall tree,
and dropped on the stream of Time ;
, ~a - . ■ irl in the Earth’s rough lap,
didi human —hall divine.
, ,'Mtn guardian Seraphs came lrorn Heaven
To watch the immortal child,
Vl ,„ iuii-ost soul of the infant saw
p- a lovely face, and einiletU
cl iid, watched by Eternal Eyes,
|jn w up in the light ol Love,
H lwr ud sweet in the lower world,
to dowers in worlds above.
. ixhien summers kissed the child
\ ;,l fdgbed to rass away,
•, x . ;d.ud was lair as butterflies,
i >,.,t came with her to play.
, 3< raphs veiled each glorious face,
AJi d walked by her side no more;
]iut ciaiess Purity still retained
Iu watch on the spirit shore. L
r 0V ( s -1 arthly bliss, unknown in Heaven,
lb vet to Earth most dear ;
■ ;.c j annul doubt, the trembling hope,
Faith’s pearly gift, the tear - .
( „ ;r Flower forgot its parent tree,
Forgot its inner life ;
tic levd the fall’n, God shadow, Man—
i l.e Maiden became a Wife.
m him the Angel look
TANARUS; t >miied in her childhood’s hour,
Ami wuuau tendrils twined around
Xi:e lorrn of manly power..
ae walked by him in innocence—
A thing that Angels love—
u< us the enow of Heavenly hills,
And gentle as a dove.
. i>6 lie ird no music but Ids voice;
Her world was in Lis arms ;
.is wisdom, trusted as in God;
Aral laughed at all alarms.
’Viien honors twined around his brow,
Friends spoke his name with pride,
he blushed as Sharon’s roses do;
Was proud—because his bride.
Vh- o troubles darkened ’round Ids path,
And shies grew dark above,
l.t drew him from the outer storm
To tfi-• heaven of her love.
,-j .;[ = •«• she by his sheltering side,
Ann closer twined with Imie;
Till this, the children Angels watched,
Give, in its strength, sublime.
id: * hud became a graceful vine,
The M4deu grew a Wife ;
•\hd from her stem, yet other buds,
Her fruit, immortal life.
i he holy stars all love the Earth
Tied nears so pure a thing ;
he An els look hah enviously,
And are lonely while they sing.
■Mi! good was God to give the Earth
its nuptial hour, and Eve ;
Mid with so much of Heaven here,
We cannot but believe!
here ib no joy like Woman’s love,
The power to bless—her dower ;
"Mrth’s strongest, first, and wisest men,
Hav; yielded to her power.
dnd tills?, our baby bud of Heaven,
Who came so long ago,
brought half the pleasures of the skies
T\ spread them here below.
A love our Sister—reverence her;
Ibt Mother, who gave us life ;
. '»:t one name hallowed next to God,
I-? the lung-loved name of Wife.
GEORGIA CORRESPONDENCE
OF THE BANNER OF THE SOUTH.
Wayep.ly Hall, Columbia Cos., (31a. )
October <£6th, 1868. (
Ihikuet of the South:
i ou desired, and I promised, an occa
■jioi al dot; and, in this, my second letter,
1 pmpose- to give you a few “jottings by
laj way side” of life. Since writing my
! attended the Mass Meeting at
U a diington, and a “big turn out” it was,
too, not less than 4,000 persons in
council, more than one-fourth of whom
American gentlemen of African
; ' nL 1 have noticed the fact,' and I
Wl *‘ ma^c note of it now, that the lately
rawhised “ citizen s,” as time rolls on,
, u ' ca avass progresses, and events
!u ’ c^ n around them, seem more inter
cs:'’l , ln ( hese political demonstrations,
ani S lVe (he speakers a closer and
T'L? rnest This is as it
-"y in their existence as a race is
intent upon the success of the Derno
; :;. t c If “History is Philosophy
‘"!H j y example,” and facts, which
; ’ ‘aa. to be “stubborn things,” mean
J., } & then it is certain that Radical
t) c Hg> wuch . sfieks elevate the
t 0 ‘ ! "' / | bring' down the superior
; ; fvel, must result, as it always has, in
xestr netion of the weaker party. At
Y Co!i ‘inencement of the canvass, the
"Jliroes were loth to attend these barbe
, 2nd., the few that did, stood off from
stand, careless and unconcerned,
' oiig upon these demonstrations of the
t 1 ' s Vvlth distrust, and construed them
ra^ eU Ti n i Ury and had f aith t 0 their
they were then acting under
ha diced teachings and oed ers from,
Loyal Leagues. But the whites had
resolved that the}’ would do all in their
power to save the black race from their
impending doom, and hence every exer
tion has been made, and is still being
made, to thwart the designs of this infa
mous Jacobin party. We have gotten
up, at considerable expense, these politi
cal gatherings, (not a cent have they cost
the Negro,) and by public speeches, and
by private conversations, we have succeed
ed in removing from their minds the errors
which these mischievous fanatics had
p:anted. The scales are gradually, but
surely, being removed from their eyes,
and they now begin to realize their true
interests, where their allegiance is due,
and who are their best friends. One of
the strongest arguments used, and which,
perhaps, has worked with much telling
effect upon the Negroes, is the falsity of
the promises made them by the carpet
baggers. The “forty acres of land T
where, oh ! where, can we stick those
‘ little white sticks” ? and echo still an
swers, where/! And the cry, of “here’s
your mule !” is nowhere to be heard.
At the meeting at Washington, it was
patent to the eye of even a careless ob
server of facts, that the Negroes were not
only orderly, but respectful, interested,
and deported themselves, in every way,
just as God intended they should act—as
the inferior race . Occupying a seat on
the speaker’s stand, I overlooked the vast
assemblage. 1 had a good opportunity
to observe all that was passing. The
Negroes came up close to the stand, and
seemed to be very much interested in the
speeches, and gave evidence that “a
change had come over the spirit of their
dreams.’’ Judge Aldrich was the first
speaker introduced; or, perhaps, I should
speak of him as the ex-Judge —for, you
know, he had his head cut off, or, rather,
was dismantled ot the Judical ermine, bv
the Military Satrap of the Carolinas. ’ In
the Judge, General Oanby found not a
willing tool, one who would “crook the
pregnant hinges of the knee that thrift
might follow fawning”; but, on the con
trary, true to the instincts of his proud
nature, and faithful to his vows; firm and
steadfast in the right, this brave son of
Carolina, “bearded the lion in his den,"
and gave that creature of an hour to
understand, in language too direct and
pointed to be misunderstood, that he was
not clay in the potter's hands ; and when
this email man, clothed in a little brief
authority, attempted to make the Judge
place a stigma on his State, and a dfs
,grace on one of her sons, he defiantly
hurled the bitter chalice from his lips,
and laid aside a robe which he too much
honored to pollute! Georgia welcomes
this true son of Carolina. Abide with us;
and when tyranny leaves thy beloved
State, and liberty again returns, then, 0 !
then, you can exchauge your adopted for
your native State, and redeem the pledge
you have made ! A grateful people will
honor you with the robe which you have
honored. Judge Aldrich, in his speech at
Washington, on the Ist instant, did not
go into detail on the many grave issues
involved in the present canvass, but cofi
fined most of his remarks in vindication
of the position assumed by Southern
orators in contradistinction to that given
them by the Radical press North. The
burden of their song—the only plea set up
by the Ins—is, that the South is disloyal ,
and meanswar! that Southern States
men seek to get into power, get control of
the Government, and then make a second
strike for. independence. Now, it is said
there has been a great reactiou at the
North, and that the great Democratic
ship which was moving on ’mid favoring
breezes, and directed by skillful man
ners, had suddenly taken a tack back
ward, and that the crew was about to mu
tiny. Among other reports, it was stated
that Mr. Seymour had said that the in
temperate speeches of a certain distin
guished Georgian, (meaning, of course,
General Toombs,) had lost him over
200,000 votes. Now this is a simple,
ridiculous , lie. Mr. Seymour never, for
a moment, entertained any such opinion,
and even if he had believed it, he had too
much sagacity to have it made public
talk.
I know I have heard it on the streets
ot your city, from persons returning from
the North, that, ot late days, there are
some fears and some doubts ttiat all is not
well w r ith the Democracy North. It
seems that the course of politics, like
that of true love, never runs smooth.
But these tears and doubts have not
shaken, in the least, my faith as to the re
sult in November. The downfall of
Radicalism at that election, is as certain as
that day follows night; and a bright day
will it be, too, after a long night of
Egyptian darkness. To the coming of
that day, all good and true men of this
country are looking, with the enthusiasm
and with that holy devotion which filled
the hearts of the primitive Christians as
the\ hailed the advent of that “Star in
■MBTO m bis mw:
the EUst," which was to mark the coming
of the Saviour.
But, while I am sanguine of success
still my voice is, push on the good work;
work, clay and night, and stop not till the
election returns are seen counted, and a
fair, honest settlement made. What have
we said, or what done, correctly reported ,
the tendency of which was to lose us
favor with or damage the cause North ?
Take General Toomb’s Cedar Town
Speech, (and as that was written out by
him for publication, I take it that these
are his deliberate sentiments,) and I ask
the friends at the North, is there a senti
ment there, or a word, which they would
alter or could gainsay ? The Camilla
riot may brought up in evidence, and
the facts ’So contorted and misstated
as to have the effect which was intended
by those who suggested and those who
inaugurated the movement. It was in
cited and put into motion solely for politi
cal capital, to have a scoto or two of igno
rant, duped Negroes sacrificed, in order
that a howl might be raised at the North,
and the cry go forth that the South was
still rebellious, and thirsted for blood. Let
Bullock send on North his dispatches.
General Howard investigate, and all for
party purposes, and outside the Consti
tution, and, iu direct opposition to the
facts] yet, the great truth stands out boldly
and prominently, attested to and affirmed
by the best men of the locality where the
riot ensued, some of whom were eye wit
nesses, and some, perhaps, participants
iu the unfortunate scenes, that it was a
Radical trick , a base, infamous, and in
human design to have blood spilt; that
the blood of the martyred and sacrificed
Negroes might be the seed of the party.
Kill a hundred or two Negroes—what
boots it—Ariel says they have no souls,
and what care we, s<s we retain the hold
on power and place. This vile party
has ruled the country for the last eight
yefirs, and they have ruined it almost be
yond redemption; and well do they know
this. Having no arguments why they
should be coudnued in power, and yet
over anxious to bold on to the tlcsh pots,
they see but one way to success, and that
is by fright to the bondholders and capi
talists, with the cry of “Revolution !"
“ another J Var ! v “The South means
war!” What a ridiculous idea ! Was
there ever a people in a worse condition,
and as little prepared for war, as we of
the South ? We have eaten of the bitter
fruits of our rashness, when, in 1861,
without money, without a Navy, entirely
unprepared, and with a world against us,
we struck for Independence. Much less
prepared are we now than then. Besides,
we have given our honor to preserve the
peace, and we meant what we said.
When.wo said war, we meant war ! and
the bloody fields from the Potomac to the
Rio Grande are brilliant memorials, and
proud attestations to this truth. When
the North said war, and threw down the
gauntlet, we took it up and replied, come
war ! Our President said war , our Con
gress said war, our Heroes said war, our
Statesmen said war, and our whole people
responded to the sad necessity. Search
the long annals of history, trace the pro
gress of nations from that first morn when
the stars sang together, and the world was
in motion, down through the long corridor
of time, and I defy the most vindictive
and scrutinizing fanatic to find a people
more tenacious of their honor, truer to
their country, or who seemed more deter
mined than did the Southern soldiery in
the four long years of war through which
they lately passed As long as there was
a single loop to hang a hope upon, the
armies continued in the field, and bravely
fought for Independence. But, when ail
was lost, and their idol, General Lee,
said ; “war is over ; let us return to the
avocations of peace," our troops laid down
their arms, and accepted, in good faith,
the terms of the conqueror. The sword
and the spear were laid aside, and the
ploughshare and pruniug-hook taken up.
When we said peace, we meant peace t and
we have kept the peace. We have kept
the \j€cu:e, in the face of and against the
most degrading and insulting provoca
tions. \V e have seen, time and again,
insolent, besotted, and ignorant emissaries
from the North, with all their worldly
stores in carpet bags, come among us, and
incite our Negroes, (who were once our
faithful slaves,) to injure, rob, and murder
us. This, we have seen and known, and
yet we have kept the'peace. True to our
manhood, and faithful to our native land,
we have refused our voluntary assent to
Congressional Reconstruction, but we
have thrown no warlike demonstrations
in the pathway of their practicability; and,
while we have protested, we have submit
ted. We have calmly and patiently
awaited the developments of time, and
the current of events, anxiously and
hopefully trusting that the honest masses
of the North would, after a while, see the
awful tendency of these wild and reckless
legislations, and read their own doom iu
the fate that was then upon the South.
Time rolled on, and we still kept the
2>eace! The vain-glorious, vindictive
small man, John Pope, came, booted and
spin red, and with hate and vengeance in
his heart against us, took up his head
quarters in our midst, fulminating, from
time to time, his cruel, tyrannical bulls
upon our unoffending people. Time
rolled on, and we still kept the peace!
Pope John was removed, only to give
place, if possible, a meaner and more
vicious tyrant. Torquemada Meade came,
and he then became the Ruler of our peo
ple. With the insolence of the tyrant,
and the hate of the “ avenger of blood,"
he ran riot over law and order, putting at
defiance all the old landmarks of the
Constitution. Time rolled on, and we
still kept the peace ! The dark clouds
which had wrapped our own beloved
South in darkness and in night, had
gradually spread until the Northern
horizon became tinctured with its black
ness. All this time, we had a few friends
at the North, who, superior to the great
rushing tide ot hate and vengeance, had
pmnted themselves on the bulwarks of
the Constitution, and determined, come
weal, come woe, they wpuld not , could
not, did not, join in this inhuman and
suicidal crusade against the South. But,
our friends, they “were like Angels’ visits,
and far between.” The President
stood a wall of fire and breakwater between
us and those miserable creatures of lust
and hate! But the President soon be
came powerless, and he, too, became the
victim ot tiieir wrath and their vengeance.
A Vallandigham, a Pendleton, a Pugh,
Ohio’s noble sons, Seymour, and the
Woods, of New \ ork, Thomas Seymour,
ot Connecticut, (the big heart of the
South now mourns his death,) and a few
others, stood out amid the lashing, surging
waves of fanaticism, and said : Hold!
people of the North ; this tear, in time of
peace, upon the South, is unjust, cruel,
and suicidal to the best interests of this
Government. Prejudice and hate are the
great motive power.-and not patriotism
and love of country. Mr. Webster told
the people of Boston, on one occasion:
“Ilou have conquered an. inhospitable
climate; you have conquered the ocean
that washes your shores ; you have con
quered a sterile and barren soil; you
have fought your way to the respect and
esteem of mankind; but, you have yet to
conquer your prejudices .” From the
grave of the patriot Bostonian, the same
charge comes up to-day, and with tenfold
more truth. Think of it, reader, and ask
yourself the question, can it be possible
that the people who supported Daniel
Webster, the big-hearted and true, now
support the miserable thief and apostate,
Beast Butier ? ’Tis even so ! The De
mon of Hate said, onward! Party is the
rallying cry—the loaves and fishes are
ours, let us hold on to them, at all
hazards—what care our people for the
Constitution ? Time rolled on, and we
still kej>t the peaee. Our friends of the
North began to increase, and State after
State made an exhibit at the ballot box,
that the honest yeomanry of the country
had shaken off the delusions of the times,
and, seeing in the downfall of Liberty at
the South a dauger to them, rushed
to the polls, and united with the Demo
cratic party in a peaceful, honest effort to
hurl from power and place these wicked,
cruel, and mad rulers. Time rolled on,
and we still kept the peace ! A National
Convention was announced at New York
by the great Democratic party, to nomi
nate a candidate for President and for
Vice President, and the South was in
vited to come on and participate in the
deliberations of that body, as equals and
as 00-Slates of a common country and a
common destiny. The South met the
North in the 4th of July Convention—
met the Northern Democracy, the true
men of the North —in the true spirit of
a mutual relation to the General Govern
ment. We did not intrude ourselves,
nor did we attempt to dictate. We said
to the North, “select your men, adopt your
platform, and we of the South will be
content.” But the North said, “not so ;
unite with us, vote with us, and let us
commence the big work together, at the
threshold. ’ Then and there we smoked
the calumet of peace, agreeing to let
bygones be bygones—the dead past bury
their dead—the future was before us, big
with the fate of the Republic. There,
Confederate and Federal Generals met
hand in hand, and pledged each o f her
their united efforts to save the country.
General Hampton, who had crossed
swords with General Blair, on the field of
battle, had, each of them, iu good faith,
laid those swords on the Altar of Civil
Law; now, as Statesmen, good and true,
pledged their intellectual labors to the
rescue of Constitutional Liberty from the
vultures who were preying upon its
vitals. We were invited, yea, solicited,
to unite with the Northern wing of the
Democratic party, and aid in the good
work now being inaugurated, to rescue
the Government from the hands of wicked
and bad rulers. This we have done, and
are doing. We are dealing thick and
v
heavy blows upon the heads of these
sinners and apostates from law and order.
Not with huge bludgeons, not with war
like missives, not by killing the black
man, and ru nning away the Northern in
temper ; but, by argument—by simply
® lin g s he truth, and making an expose
0 tie stealings, the blunders , and the
< orruptxons of the party in power, and
wliat the Democracy propose to do, if
iey get control of the Government, in the
way of retrenchment and reform. And,
in doing this, of course we’had no words
of comfort, no blarney, no honeyed phrase
for these bad men, these madmen, these
scoundrels, rogues, and liars. We dealt
with them as they should have been dealt
with, in words of denunciation, and we call
God to witness tha tour Ups but sqjoke the
feelings of our hearts. If this is sin,
then have we sinned, and this is the full
extent of our sinning.
But, enough of this; and I will close
this feature of my letter with this asser
tiou : 4 1 don’t believe one zoord of our
having lost ground at the North lately.
So far from this being the case, my judg
ment is that we are daily gaining strength.
But, then, I must further say, that if it
be true that we have lost ground at the
North, or, which is more probable, if our
friends have oeen all the time too san
guine—“the wish the father to the
thought"—and the great Democratic
party is again doomed to defeat, then we
have only to submit , and wait another
four years, when we will make another
and, perhaps, a more successful effort to
recover the Government. It is Demo
cratic doctrine that majorities rule ; and,
if the Radical party really have the
majority, and they show it at the Presi
dential election in November, then, we
must console ourselves with the reflection
that we did our duty, our whole duty;
that we spared no efforts, in a peaceable
way, to convince the voting population
that the country was in danger, Constitu
tional Liberty in great danger, and that
the safety and integrity of the Govern
ment was dependent upon the success of
the Democratic party. It is much easier
to keep out of a scrape than to get out
of one. In like manner, is it difficult to
get out the Ins, when we take into con
sideration the immense patronage of the
Government, which is always used for
electioneering purposes.
Candidly speaking, I think the South
has no reason to apprehend danger
trom General Grant, should h® be elected
President. The only danger is from bad
advisers. II he takes counsel outside of
his own judgment, and permits unwise
and evil counsellors to control his admin
istration, then we cannot look lor peace
or prosperity. General Grant’s conduct
to our beloved, but fallen patriot, Robert
E. Lee, at Appomattox, will never be for
gotten by the people of the South; and,
believing that there his true character was
shown, we cannot think that he will
allow, if he becomes the Chief Magistrate,
a continuation of this grinding tyranny
upon the people of the South.
But this letter is already too long, and
I will have to close by a bare allusion to
the other speakers who entertained the
crowd at the Washington meeting.
General Colquitt made an able and
effective speech, and put the capstone to
it by repeating that old popular sermon,
“He played on a harp of a thousand
strings, spirits of just men made perfect.”
This was a sort of a te?i-stnke, for the
Darkies seemed carried away with Gen,
Colquitt.
General Samuel McGowan made an
able, pathetic, poetic, and a rousing
speech. Armistead Burt followed, in a
logical, argumentative speech ; and Gen.
Wright, with one of his usual spicy,
pithy ones, closed the programme of the
day. There were several speeches at
night from the balcony of the Court
House by the freedmen; and thus ended
the political demonstrations of the Ist
October—and here I will end my letter.
Columbia.
A Courageous Priest.— The Catholic
Church, on Somerset street, in New
Brunswick, was entered about midnight
on Monday, by James Corcoran, and
Joseph R. Sentnor, both residents of this
city. Rev. Father Charles Duggan, the
Priest in charge, who besides next door
to the Church, heard a peculiar noise,
and saw the glimmering of a light in the
Church, and dressed himself to ascertain
the cause. He went, and discovered
these persons in the act of breaking to
pieces the silver candiestiok, and other
ware, undoubtedly for the purpose of
carrying the same away, and selling it.
The Reverend Father, whose intrusion
took them by surprise, seized the wretches
and took them to the office of Justice
Nevius, whom he aroused, and bet ore
whom he made a complaint, stating in
substance, what is written above. They
were committed to the county jail, to
await an examination at 9 o’clock Tues
day morning.— Trenton ( N. J.) True
American.
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