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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. 5