July 1, 1865

Macomb Eagle

The President Must Back Down.

            The Springfield Register says the leading abolition journal of Wisconsin published at Milwaukee, in referring to the fact that the New York Tribune the New York Independent, the Albany Evening Journal, Wendell Phillips, Charles Sumner and Ex-Govonor Boutwell have taken a position in relation to negro suffrage in antagonism to the one taken by President Johnson, says:

“The government has taken its position against negro suffrage distinctly and unequivocally, just as President Lincoln did at first against emancipation. But he had to back down, just as President Johnson will be obliged to do in this case. For his course is now disapproved by the leading presses and members of the Union party and is approved by the entire copperhead party. People may turn up their noses at the opposition of Wendell Phillips and men of his type. But when such men as Prof. Amassa Walker of Boston, take public issue with the president, and che-[fold] of the religious bodies, but also of the loyal press and the loyal masses, are opposed to the president on this question, or be without a party to support him, or throw himself into the arms of the copperheads.”

If the radicals think they can compel President Johnson to back down, they are egregiously mistaken. He is made of sterner stuff. As to Amassa Walker, of Boston, and the consciences and hearts of the religious bodies, the president understands them thoroughly and has learned to appreciate them at their real value.

All this clamor of Parker and the religious bodies is contemptible. They (the religious bodies) have too long descended from their vocation, to do homage to the god of this world. They are as despicable as they are degraded. Their hate is better than their friendship.


            We want to know of the Republicans where they stand in regard to the Administration of Andrew Johnson. So they approve of all he has done and are they ready to support him in all he may do hereafter? That is what they demanded of the Democrats for the last four years in order to prove their ‘loyalty’ and ‘it’s a poor rule that won’t work both ways.’ Andrew Johnson may do some things that may not set very well on Republican stomachs, but according to the rule established by themselves they are bound to swallow the dose. They must stand up to the rack.


            One thing seems to be settled, viz: that Johnson is to be President, and that the fanatics like Sumner and his crew are to receive [fold] take a back seat in the omnibus. So far, good for President Johnson. The more he cuts loose from the destructive fanatics, the more popular he will become. The country now needs Jacksonian firmness, and a constitutional policy. With these the people will soon be united and prosperous again.


Greeley on “Yankees”

            The New York Tribune, that knows, both by nature and habit, the ways of the tribe, counsels the darkeys down South not to put their trust in Yankees. It speaks thus of them:

“We hear that many of the blacks, thoroughly distrusting their olb masters, place all confidence in the Yankees that have lately come among them, and will work for these on most any terms. We regret this; for, while many of these Yankees will justify that confidence, others will grossly abuse it. New England produces many of the best specimens of the human race, and along with these, some of the very meanest that ever stood on two legs cunning, rapacious, hypocritical, ever ready to skin a flint with a borrowed knife and make (for others) a soup out of the peelings. This class become too well known at home – “run out,” as the phrase is – when they wender all over the earth, snuffling and swindling, to the injury and shame of the land that bore them, and cast them out. Now let it be generally presumed by the ignorant Blacks of the South that a Yankee, is necessarily their friend, and this unclean brood will overspread the South like locusts starting schools and prayer meetings at every cross-roads, getting hold of abandoned or confiscated plantations, and hiring laboring right and left, cutting timber here, trying out tar and turpentine there, and growing corn, coton, rice and sugar, which they will have sold at the earliest day and run away with the proceeds, leaving the negroes in rags and foodless, with winter just coming on.


Let Dr. Johnson try his Hand.

            When the rebellion developed into an armed outbreak, the republican political doctors declared it was simply a surface eruption and could be cured within ninety days, and yet after four years of doctoring, which under their treatment, leaves the patient both physically and pecuniary reduced, but to all outward appearanc completely cured of his disease, these quacks declare that his system has not undergone a particle of improvement. They tried blood-letting then added emancipation decoction and a confiscation plaster, and now they say that if he is not put under a treatment of negro suffrage, his disease will again break out with intense virulence. Would it not be well for these quacks to stand to one side and allow Dr. Johnson to try his remedy of legitimate State Sovereignty, and soothing emolients? Perhaps if he shall be permitted to pursue this sort of practice, he may restore the patient within the space of a year,


            THE NEGROES IN SOUTH CAROLINA. – A Washington Dispatch of the 9th inst, to the New York World says that parties have just arrived from Charleston, with the intention, they say, of not returning to that city, for many years to come, give the gloomiest account of the estate of affairs in that region. In their estimation the Palmetto State is threatened with a social revolution which nothing but the permanent establishment of a strong force in several localities of the interior can prevent. They represent the negro as perfectly unmanageable, full of pretentions and insolence, unwilling to work, and addicted to all the vices which idleness engenders. In the rice districts, where the black population is to the white as four to one, threats have been preferred against the latter by the former, which have induced many planters to leave their property and come north, from whence they intend to sail for Europe. I have spoken to half a dozen, who have held the same [fold] apprehensions.



            We want everybody to come to town on the 4th and especially those who are indebted to this office. We want those who do not take The Eagle to come prepared to take it, and those who do, to come prepared to pay what they owe this office.


Dinner to the Soldiers.

            The enterprising and liberal hearted citizens of Industry intend to give a dinner to the returned soldiers on Saturday, July 1st. All soldiers are invited to be present. Unlike the citizens of Macomb in the selection of a speaker, they did not go to Quincy, but invited Col. Waters to address them on the occasion, and the Colonel has signified his intention of doing so. Let as many of our citizens and soldiers as can, go to Industry on Saturday.


            → It is not true, as has been told by some evil-disposed persons, that “Abbott has been compelled to shut up his store.” Mr. A’s store is open to all reasonable hours and all who call are getting fine bargains in both quality and style. He has goods enough to supply all who call on him just so long as they will last, and all who want to purchase at the present low prices should buy their goods at Abbott’s, without delay. South west corner of the square.


            → Our town for the past week has been crowded daily with teams, bringing grains of all kinds to market, and our merchant’s are reaping a fine harvest in the way of selling goods. Goods go off like hot cakes.


            → Watkins & Co. are again in receipt of a splendid stock of groceries, queensware, paints, oils, etc. These men always keep the best and cheapest stock in the city. – Now that harvest is about to set in, it will be necessary for the farmers to lay in a plentiful supply of groceries and they can find no better place to buy than at Watkins & Co.


            Drowned. – A young man who was employed as a miller at the Lamoine, Mills in this county, was drowned in the creek week before last. He went into the water beyond his depth. He was seen by two men on shore, but before they could assist him or extricate him from the water, life was extinct.


            → We noticed last Saturday a great rush of customers at Burton & Hall’s, and on asking the cause, found they were selling goods cheaper than any other house in town. They say they will sell heavy domestic the balance of the week at 30 cents per yard.


Soldiers at Home.

            It is pleasant, passing along the streets, to meet at every step or two, the sun browned, but manly, vigorous form of some returned hero. They have been gathering into town during the past week at the rate of a dozen or two a day. Most of them make a short stay, and scatter to the country. They are all veterans, the heroes who fought with Sherman – all stout, hale, strong men – for the second class men were weeded out long ago. The officers will excuse us for not mentioning their names particularly, for the reason that we consider the men as much entitled to such a mark of distinction as the officers, and we cannot give the names of all.


            → The present “whiskey council,” after appropriating three hundred dollars on Randolph street hill, have set apart two hundred and fifty dollars for work on all the roads in the city. What sound discretion and judgment they are blessed with – in a horn. – Wonder if somebody has an axe to grind in spending this money? The council seem to think there is but one street and that is Randolph, or that two roads, either of which is impassable, is better than one good one.


Cash vs. Credit.

            The merchant who sells on credit is compelled to sell at a high profit in order to mak up for the losses which he invariably sustains from customers who fail to pay and from being so ong deprived of the use of his money. The cash merchant sells for a small profit, because he loses no debts and always has his goods or his money on hand. These truths were strikingly exemplified in a few instances that have lately come to our knowledge. A man last Saturday bought a few yards of a certain goods at a credit house and was charged 60 cents a yard therefor. The same quality and style of goods are sold at Abbott’s cash house at 40 cents a yard. Another man a few days ago paid 50 cents a yard for certain goods at a credit house, while Abbott is selling the same goods at 37 ½ cents. “That’s what’s the matter.”


            “No Failure.” – There has of late been considerable said in reference to the use of this expression, but we believe that all have finally agreed that there has been no failure on the part of J. H. Wilson to please those who purchase their jewelry of him. Mr. W. has the nicest lot of jewelry ever brought to this place, which cannot fail to please the taste of the most fastidious.


            RASPBERRIES! RASPBERRIES! – C. C. Clarke has a splendid lot on hand, and will keep them during the season. Send in your address.


            → On Saturday, June 10, 1865, as Mr, John M. Crabb was returning to his home from Macomb, he, when near crooked creek, rode out in the timber to look after his stock and discovered something burning. Mr. C. said that his horse became so frightened that he could not get him near enough to see what it was, but he thought it looked like a peddlars wagon or a machine of some sort. Mr. C. went on home, but afterward concluded to go back and see what it was, but when he returned it was so much consumed as to be unable to tell what it was. He found among the ruins six cranks, six boxings, six iron plates, and a number of broken bottles, which looked as though they had contained medicine.

June 30, 1865

Macomb Journal

[Written for the Macomb Journal.]

The Yankee Soldier’s Wife.

By Jas. K. Magie.

            During a portion of the time I was military postmaster, our regiment (78th Ill.,) was stationed at Shelbyville, Tennessee. – I occupied the old post office, which was neatly and commodiously fitted up with distributing tables, shelves, boxes, etc. – Major Smith, now Col. Smith of he 96th Ill., was Provost Marshal on Gen. Stedman’s staff, and it was his practice every afternoon to call in the office and examine all letters addressed to citizens. I usually assisted him in this interesting labor, and often learned important family secrets, and and it was not unfrequently the case that information was thus gathered that led to the arrest of some guerrilla or bushwhacker, a species of villains which abounded in that section.

One morning, soon after my mail from Nashville had arrived and been distributed, a neat and pretty young girl, apparently not over sixteen years of age, called at the office and enquired if I had a letter for Mrs. Susan Litton. It was our practice to deliver the citizens’ mail only to the persons addressed, and I informed her of this rule. “Well,” says she, “that’s my name.”

“But you asked for a letter for Mistress Susan Litton, and certainly you are not married.”

“But I am though,” said she, with a rogueish laugh, “and my husband is a yankee soldier in the 10th Ohio Cavalry.”

“How long have you been married,” I asked, for I was now interested in the history of this young girl, and was so ill-mannered or forgetful as to stand and question her without once offering to look over the letters for her.

“Two weeks last Tuesday,” said she in reply to my question.

“And where is your husband?”

“He started last week with his detachment over in Maury county, and he told me he would write the first opportunity he had.”

“Were you acquainted with your husband a long time before you married him?”

“No; the first time I saw him was Sunday, and we got married Tuesday night.”

I ventured to inform her that perhaps she had committed a very indiscreet action marrying in such haste and that probably her husband had forgotten her by that time.

“I know better than that,” she tartly replied, “he loves me – I know he does, and he has promised to come and take me to Ohio just as soon as the war is over.”

By this time I had looked over the letters and found none for Mrs. Litton, and so informed her. A shade of disappointment flitted over her countenance, but brightening up again she said – “I’ll be in again Saturday. I know there will be a letter for me by that time,” and she darted off without giving me an opportunity to ask further questions.

The next day’s mail brought several letters for citizens, and among them I was pleased to notice one for Mrs. Susan Litton.

Major Smith came in at the usual hour and we sat down to look over the letters. – I took a peep into the letter for Mrs. Susan, and found it to be from her husband, Robert Litton. His epistle was well worthy an affectionate husband to his devoted spouse. It contained information respecting their marches, &c., and announced that a small detachment, embracing his company, would start on the morrow for a scout in Lincoln county. The letter closed with assurances of his love, and a promise to write again as soon as opportunity offered.

There was one letter in this mail which attracted the particular attention of Major Smith as well as myself. It was addressed to John Noland, and appeared to have been written at Columbia, Tennessee, and mailed at Nashville. The suspicious character of the letter, and the threatening allusion to the “Yanky soldier,” induced me to take a copy of it, which was as follows:

Columby Aug th 1863.

            Dear Jack – I am out of the frying pan into the fire. I left wheler 2 weeks ago and am now in the Yanky lines. Bill Thompson and about 40 more was took prisoners last week. I am now with old man Godfry but will leave for Lincoln county next week – Jack goes with me. Tell the old ladey I will be along in October if not sooner. I see Bill Stuert last week rite from Shelbyville and he told me I had better keep shadey he sed he herd Su Lacy had got marrid to a Yanky soldier. I don’t beleave the story but if it is so he had better sa his praers before I get site on him. I think Tom had better stay home, he is too young to fite and knock round as he would have to if he come with us. I send this letter by Bill Thompson to Nashville. No more.

From you know who,


            I don’t remember, if I ever knew, what disposition Major Smith made of this letter. I know that both of us were pretty well satisfied that it was written by a rebel guerrilla who was cheating the gallows of its due every day that he lived.

Punctually on Saturday the pretty little wife of the Yankee soldier called at the post office for her letter. Her heart beat with delight as I handed her the missive, and she gazed with pride and satisfaction at the superscription – Mrs. Susan Litton. It was probably the first time that she had ever seen the name written, and she pondered over it as if to realize that she was indeed a wife, and that the superscription was her own proper address.

She soon observed that the letter had been opened, and this she did not appear to like very well. I told her that although it was not the custom of post offices generally to open all the letters received, it was, however the custom of that office. I then showed her the letter from “Jim,” addressed to John Noland, and called her attention to the threat against the Yankee soldier who had married Sue Lacy. In a moment the color came to her cheeks, and her eyes sparkled with anger.

“I know who that is. I’ll be a dollar it’s Jim Wyatt. He’s a good-for-nothing secesh rebel, and jined a company that was got up for Wheeler’s cavalry. He stole two horses from Squire Caldwell last spring. I hope he will get a bullet in his head before he ever comes back to Shelbyville.”

“Perhaps he was an old beau of yours,” I remarked.

“No, he wasn’t; but he wanted to be, though, and I would have nothing to do with him. Good day, sir,” and the young lady darted off and was out of sight before I had time to ask further questions, leaving me alone to reflect upon the unsophisticated simplicity of this newly-married Southern belle.

In about a month after the events above narrated our regiment was ordered to Bridgeport, Alabama, and I was obliged to turn over the post office to other parties. – Then followed the battles of Chickamauga, and Mission Ridge, the siege of Knoxville, and the famine on Stringer’s Ridge. The winter passed, the spring dawned upon us, and then came the terribly severe, but gloriously successful campaign against Atlanta. Just as we had reached the gates of that unfortunate city, and the glistening spires of her steeples had become visible, I was taken down with a fever. I was sent back to Chattanooga, and a few days thereafter was favored with a thirty-day furlough for home. Passing through Louisville I was obliged to stop at the Quartermaster’s office for transportation. – There was a large crowd of furloughed and discharged soldiers present on the same errand as myself. Our papers were handed in and examined, and then a clerk called off the names and handed back the papers, accompanied with an order for transportation. The name called next after mine was that of Robert Litton. The name appeared familiar to me, but I could recognize no acquaintanceship in the countenance of the soldier who responded to the name. As we passed out of the office my comrade was joined by a pretty and well-dressed young lady, with a babe in her arms. I had seen that lady before. She was my old patron at the Shelbyville post office. I felt that I needed no introduction to her, and I accosted her at once. She was prompt to recognize me, and gave me a formal introduction to her husband, reminding me of my former [?] of him, adding:

“I told you he would take me home with him to Ohio as soon as he was discharged, and we are on our way now.”

“So then, you are discharged from the service?” I interrogatively remarked to Mr. Litton.

“Yes, sir, my time was out more than six weeks ago, but I didn’t get mustered out and paid off until last week.”

“Well, sir, Mr. Litton, I congratulate you on your success in this southern country. You go home to resume the duties of a citizen with a good start in domestic matters.”

“Yes, sir, I reckon I have got as good a wife and as pretty a little baby as this country can afford, and that is not all, sir – a pocket full of greenbacks, enough to buy a farm when I get home.”

“And he came by it honestly,” remarked Mrs. Litton. “You remember Jim. Wyatt, that rebel who wrote the letter you showed me once, well, he turned out just as I expected. He was a regular bushwhacker, but he is done for now, Bob here, spiled his fun for him.”

“How about that, Mr. Litton?” I inquired.

“Well, sir, just this way. I come up from Alabama last spring on a twenty-day furlough to see Susy here, about two miles from Shelbyville. I hadn’t been home three days before I heard of Wyatt being in the neighborhood. It was well known that he had committed several robberies and murders of Union people in Lincoln county, and I thought it about as well to be on the lookout for him. One day I had been up to town and was on my way home, that is to where Susy lived with her mother, when two men darted out of the woods close by the road and I was their prisoner in a moment. One of them was Jim.Wyatt; I knew him at first sight, although I had never seen him before. I felt mighty mean to be taken prisoner by him when I had thought all along to shoot him the first time I should set eyes on him. – They took my pistol and jack-knife from me and hurried me off to their camp, about five miles back in the country, where there was about a dozen more guerrilla cut-throats, and all provided with good horses. I suppose Wyatt would have shot me if he had been alone. He wanted to do it, but his companion would not let him. That night the whole party started off in the direction of McMinnville, taking me with them, and mounted on as good a horse as any of them had. They had both my legs tied to the stirrup straps. In the dark I had unbuckled the straps, and was ready to slip off the first good opportunity I should see. Just before day-light the next morning we had to pass a stream of water, and here we had to go in Indian file. Jim. Wyatt was the last man, and I was just ahead of him. I was as slow as I could be in going across, and the others had got some piece ahead. Now was my opportunity. I gathered one of the stirrup straps in my right hand, and suddenly turned my horse, and with the iron stirrup swinging at the end of the strap I dealt Wyatt a blow that knocked him off his horse and into the water. I recrossed the stream and was five miles from that place by day-light.

“Lucky for you Mr. Litton, – and so you got a good horse for your trouble?”

“That was not all sir. Before eight o’clock that morning I reached the camp of a detachment of Stoke’s Tennessee cavalry, a Union regiment you know. The Major commanding started out a small company in pursuit of the guerrillas. I went with them as far as the stream I spoke of, as that was the nearest point on my return to Shelbyville. I stopped to take a wash, and looking over into a pretty deep part of the stream what should I see but Jim. Wyatt’s deqad body lying about three feet under water. I soon dragged it to the shore, and an examination of the pockets revealed a wallet with about seven hundred dollars in greenbacks, and a small bag in which was nine hundred dollars in gold. The paper money was not much damaged by the water and you may bet I confiscated that small amount, and Susy here has kept it nice and dry for me ever since.”

I had but a few moments in which to reach the ferry boat for the Jeffersonville depot. After congratulating my friends on their fine prospects, I hastily bid them adieu. I have no doubt that Mr. Litton is now the proprietor of a good Ohio farm, and has never regretted the day he became acquainted with Sue Lacy.



To the Readers of the Journal.

            With this number of the Macomb Journal my connection with it ceases. – Mr. Magie, the proprietor, having served his country faithfully and honorably for three years, is now at home and will take entire charge of the office after this date. – All debts due the late firm to this date are payable to me, and all claims against the office will be settled by me. In this connection I would hereby return my sincere thanks for the liberal patronage extended to me.


            Macomb, June 30, 1865.



To my old Friends and Patrons.

            I am once more in the editorial chair. – With this issue of the Journal I resume the duties and responsibilities of editor and publisher. I have been absent three long, weary and eventful years, lending my humble services to the cause of my country. I went forth in the darkest hours that this Republic ever saw. I returned under the bright banners of peace – the Union saved, the Rebellion crushed, and our Government placed upon a more firm and enduring basis than ever before.

I return thanks to those friends of the Journal who have by their patronage sustained it through the vicissitudes of the past three years. Mr. Clarke, my late publisher, now retires from the establishment. He has had much to contend with, and it was impracticable for him to make the Journal what it really should be. It will now be my aim to make this paper a first class county paper. I have been at heavy expense in purchasing new type, and other material, and after I shall have completed all of my contemplated arrangements the paper will be excelled in typographical appearance by any paper in the State. It is my purpose to reduce the space allotted to advertisements, and increase the quantity of reading matter. I want no quack medicine advertisements, and these will be all thrown out as soon as the time expires for which they are contracted. By using a smaller type, neatly and tastefully displayed, I can do ample justice to my advertising patrons, and throw out the large handbill type which now mars the beauty of the paper. I want more home advertisements – I will have room for them. – There is a goodly number of business men in Macomb and throughout the country who would consult their own interests by investing in a little printer’s ink. I want to see my paper reflect the business of the county. Have we an iron foundry in the county? Have we a plow factory? Are there any stage lines running through the county? Is there a leather store in our midst? Is there a good hotel in the city? Or a barber’s shop, or a cabinet shop? or a blacksmith’s shop? or a shoemaker’s shop? or a carpenter’s shop? I want to see the Journal answer all these questions. Advertisements of home matters makes the paper look better and read better, and makes the nimble sixpence flow. Therefore I wish to see the space which I shall allot to advertisements used by our own business men, and not by the proprietors of quack medicines.

Another thing I want. The poet was mistaken I think when he wrote

“Man wants but little here below
Not wants that little long.”

Now I want a long list of subscribers. We have over five thousand voters in the county. Certainly half of this number will find the Macomb Journal, just the paper they want. I mean to merit a liberal patronage in the way of subscriptions whether I receive it or not. A little exertion on the part of friends will help much to extend our circulation. We have added over two hundred names within the last week. Roll on the ball.




Apology. – Several matters are obliged to go unnoticed this week for want of time to give them proper attention.



Please Ex – Since our return home we miss from our exchange list several valuable journals that we cannot well do without. Will the Monmouth Atlas, Oquawka Spectator, Morristown Jerseyman, Carthage Republican, and Patterson Guardian, reciprocate favors as of olden time.



Sketches of the War. – We shall commence next week or the week after to write a history of our three years’ experience in the army. It will embrace many interesting facts connected with the career of “Col. Mitchell’s Incomparable Second Brigade.” We have no doubt that many of our soldier friends would like to read these sketches. Enclose a dollar for six months, or two dollars for a year, and they will be accommodated.



A Significant Fact. – There is not a single State of the Union where the Copperheads have had a majority in the Legislature that the gallant soldiers who were fighting the battles of the country were allowed to vote. Is it possible, them, that the soldiers on their return home will vote with a party which disenfranchised them while they were periling their lives in their country’s cause.



Programme of Arrangements at
Macomb, July 4, 1865.

            At sunrise the bells of the city will peal forth a merry chime, and a national salute will be fired.

At 10 o’clock the procession will form on the public Square and proceed to the Fair Grounds in the following order:

1st – Band.
2nd – National Colors.
3rd – U. S. Soldiers.
4th – Committee of Arrangements.
Speakers of the day.
5th – Glee Club.
6th – City Council.
7th – Medical Profession.
Legal Profession.
8th – Masonic Fraternity.
9th – Odd Fellows.
10th – Good Templar Associations.
11th – Sabbath Schools.
12th – Citizens generally.


1st – Music by Band.
2nd – Prayer by Rev. Mr. Nesbitt.
3rd – Music by Glee Club – America.
4th – Reading of the Declaration of Independence, by Dr. J. B. Kyle.
5th – Music by Glee Club – Star Spangled Banner.
6th – Oration by Col. Prince of Quincy.
7th – Music by the Band.
8th – Music by Glee Club.
9th – Dinner.
10th – Music by the Band.
11th – Speech by L. D. Carr, G. T. G. L. Lecturer.
12th – Music by Glee Club.
13th – Benediction by Rev. Mr. Metcalf.

Notice – All bringing provisions are requested to deliver them at the Fair Grounds, where the committee on tables will receive them. All business houses are requested to close until 2 o’clock, P. M.

By order of



How They love the Soldiers.

            A good illustration of the love and respect the Copperhead party bear to the soldiers has been recently witnesses in this county. At a late meeting of the Board of Supervisors it became necessary to appoint a commissioner to take the census of the county, in accordance with the statute of the State. A young soldier names Haywood, living in Mound township, who has lost a leg in the service of his country, was an applicant for the position. Those eminently loyal and patriotic Copperheads who compose a majority of the Board turned up their delicate noses in contempt at this poor, maimed and worthy soldier, and then proceeded to elect a man for that position of their own stripe, and after their own hearts, in the person o John O. C. Wilson. The office pays somewhere near one hundred dollars per month, for about three months. Supervisor Reed, the Democratic oracle of the Board, thought the pay was too small for a soldier, and therefore recommended Mr. Wilson because he was a man of property, and had means to fall back upon. We think if a man could afford to soldier for sixteen dollars a month he could afford to take the census for one hundred dollars a month.



The 84th Regiment.

            No Illinois regiment has a brighter record than the 84th. Under the lead of its gallant Colonel, it has won inperishable laurels. We notice that the President has recently breveted hin Brig-General, a compliment richly deserved and nobly won. The following glowing tribute to the 84th was issued by the Major-General commanding just prior to the departure of the regiment for home; –

Head-Quarters, 1st Div., 4th A. C.
Camp Hacker, Tenn., June 9, 1865.

            Colonel L. H. Waters,

Commanding 84th Illinois.

Colonel: You, with the officers and men of the 84th Illinois, after three years of gallant devotion to the cause of our common country, in this war against rebellion, are now about to return to your homes with honor unsullied and with reputations bright with glory. Your deeds will live forever. In nearly every battle of the southwest, you have been engaged, from Perryville, Stone River, Chickamauga, Resaca, Rocky Face, Dallas, New Hope, Kenesaw, Jonesboro, Lovejoy, Atlanta, Franklin and Nashville, you have borne the Flag of the Union and the banner of your noble State, to victory, over the foe who would have destroyed the Government made by our Fathers. God has given you the victory! Remember Him. And now that the war is over, the rebellion at an end, remember those you have conquered – use victory as becomes true men, true soldiers. Return to your homes “with enmity toward none and charity to all” – I know you will be the best of citizens because you have been the best of soldiers. While we live enjoying the honor and privileges your valor has won, sacred, let us ever cherish as the idols of our heart, the memory of our comrades who have given up their lives for the salvation of our country – who fell by your sides battling for the right. Remember the widow and orphan of our dead comrades. Be true to them as our comrades were to us and to country. My comrades: Accept my gratitude for your devotion to me personally. You have been true and noble soldiers – may God ever bless you, and crown your lives with happiness, and each o you with honor peace and plenty. Be as you ever have been, true to God, to country, to friends and yourselves. Comrades! again God bless you! Good bye.

Brevet Maj. Gen. Commanding.



→ We received a call this week from Lieut. Wm. C. McClellan, of the 17th U. S. C. T., now stationed at Nashville. Mac was formerly a private in Co. I, 78th regiment, but received promotion last December just in time to take an active part in the battle of Nashville, when the rebel Hood was so utterly demoralized. Mac is home on a leave of absence for twenty days, looking fat and hearty.



The 78th Regiment at Home.

            The Journal of last week briefly alluded to the arrival at home of the 78th regiment. This regiment left Washington on the afternoon of Thursday, June 8th, and arrived in Chicago on Sunday afternoon, the 11th. We, of course, were along. The journey from Washington to Chicago was made without accident, the weather was propitious, and the boys generally were happy. At Pittsburg we had a glorious reception. A splendid brass band met us at the depot, and we were escorted through the principal streets to a large room over the Market house where we partook of a bountiful meal prepared by the fair ladies of the city. As we passed along through cities, towns and villages, and through the country, everywhere, we met the most cordial manifestations of welcome. We passed through Warsaw, a small town in Indiana, on Sunday morning. Here we were made to shout with joy. The patriotic citizens of this beautiful town met us with well-filled baskets of meat, pies, cakes, and other good things. We relished the repast heartily, and we vented our thanks in vociferous cheers for the fair ladies of Warsaw.

We had expected that upon our arrival in Chicago, a city of our own State, we would be met with such demonstrations of welcome as would make us feel that our services in behalf of our common country were duly appreciated. But we were doomed to disappointment. Instead of the crowds of people, and the shouts of welcome, and the waving of flags and hats and handkerchiefs, that we had expected, we saw about a dozen ragged urchins, and a few depot hands, who stared at us with wondrous gaze, taking us probably to be Mormons on our way to Salt Lake. We formed in line and marched to Camp Fry on the north side of the city, and from the cool and serious manner in which the citizens gazed at us from their windows they probably took us for a funeral procession. There is probably a good loyal sentiment among the people of Chicago, and they feel as much respect for “our boys in blue” as other communities, but we confess that we didn’t see it. Their explanation was that they were so absorbed with the great Sanitary Fair that they had forgotten every thing else.

Two companies of the 78th, C and I, were raised in this county. The following list comprises the names of the members of Company C who returned home on Wednesday of last week.

1st Lieut. Andrew J. O’Niel.


James K. Magie,                      F. A. Kirkpatrick,
Luther Meek,                          Chas. L. Spellman.


Joseph A. James,                     James M. Duncan,
Wm. D. Messacher,                 Lewis Hendricks.


Thomas Boylan,                      William E. James,
Joseph W. Bayles,                   Perry Keithly,
Henry Carnes,                         Joseph W. Keithly,
Philip Chaffin,                        Wm. F. McGee,
Michael Chaffin,                     Nathaniel Midcap,
John Frank,                             Silas Messacher,
John F. Green,                         Peter B. Roberts,
John T. Galbreath,                   Marion Sherry,
John Harmon,                          James Welsh,
Elisha Hamilton,                     Andrew Wilson,
John R. Hainline,                    Wm. H. Warner,
Jas. R. Huddleston,                 Jesse Warner.

The following is the list of returned members of Co. I:



John P. Shannon,                    James C. Buchanan,
Thomas Edmondson,              Z. M. Garrison,
James H. Smith.


                                    Wilson McCandless,               George P. Hogue,
S. Carnahan,                            John Hummer,
John O. Bear,                          John Myers,
Simon Beatlie.


                                    Daniel Brown,                         Thomas M. Plotts,
Michael Baymiller,                  John C. Pembroke,
Thomas Broaddus,                  Henry Parker,
John Batchelor,                       Henry G. Reed,
James M. Chase,                     Elias B. Rhea,
Samuel W. Dallam,                 William F. Smith,
Gawin S. Decamp,                  James P. Shannon,
Daniel Disseron,                      David A. Vincent,
Jacob Faber,                            Lewis R. Wilson,
Benjamin F. Gill,                     Rufus R. Wilson,
George P. Hall,                       John Weaver,
John Howe,                             James E. Withrow,
Karr McClintock.


Captain William Ervin.

            Among the returned soldiers of the war there is none more welcome home than Captain William Ervin of the 84th Illinois. He has proved a true and gallant soldier, and an excellent officer, esteemed and respected by his men. Capt. Ervin, although a Southern man by birth, and of Democratic antecedents, when treason raised its hydra head in this country, was prompt to render the Government all the aid in his power. The impaired state of his health prevented him from entering the field during the first year of the war, but on the second call in June, 1862, he was the first man in the county to enter the lists, and succeeded in raising the first company for the 84th Illinois. He has been in all the battles in which his regiment has been engaged, numbering nearly a score, and has borne himself throughout as a brave and efficient soldier. He returns with improved health, and a proud record, to resume the duties of citizenship, and we hope he may long live to enjoy the blessings of the Government he has fought to uphold and preserve.


For the Macomb Journal.

Multum in Parvo.

Macomb, Ill., June 28, 1865.

            Mr. Editor – During a series of religious meetings held in the M. E. Church at Tennessee, in this county, a few weeks since I took occasion to treat somewhat of the subject of Temperance. I said there was some difference between the liquor seller and the cut-throat. The cut-throat says “deliver your money or die!” The liquor seller says “deliver your money and die.” I was fishing for suckers, and it appears I caught one. A few evenings thereafter I received a package, which on opening I found to contain a mysterious looking bottle, accompanied by the following note: –

Tennessee, McDonough Co. Ill.
June 7, 1865.

Rev. Mr. Wimsett: –

Dear Sir: – Please accept this bottle of “good old Rye Whiskey” as a slight token of my most pious regards for you as a Minister of the gospel (?) (God save the mark.) You will doubtless pronounce it Multum in parvo, as I have not the least doubt but what you are the most competent judge in this vicinity.

Now, my dear sir, I am not much in the habit of extending such favors to Ministers of the Gospel, but as you have advertised my business so well I think you are justly entitled to it, for it will do you good – it is considered par excellent.

Please give me another puff the next time you spout.

I am as ever, yours, etc., etc.


Rev. Mr. Wimsett.

Mr. Jones is correct in saying that I would doubtless pronounce his present Multum in parvo – “much in a little.” – Although the bottle was small, still it contained enough material to make up into at least one murder, two fights, several quarrels, and have enough left if judiciously applied to cause wrangling and difficulty in a peaceful family. The bottle was publicly broken the same evening after church services in front of the building. Such presents are always acceptable, as I think I could not put “good old Rye Whisky” to better use than by pouring it out on the ground.

Yours, &c.                                                                                           A. WIMSETT.


            → The Eagle feels very bad over the poor reception the 78th boys met with on their arrival home last week. The fact is the citizens had made extensive preparations to receive them, and had delegated a man to telegraph them of their coming, but he not attending to his business properly, there was a failure in the arrangements. – But the Eagle refuses to be comforted. – It laments and it wails over the manner in which the “poor fellows who have suffered more if possible, than the second death,” were received. How kind, how affectionate that delectable sheet is getting to be towards soldiers. It almost brings tears to our eyes to hear it talk about the soldiers returning home “after an absence of three long years, during which time they faced danger in every conceivable form for the purpose of securing to stay-at-home patriots the blessings of civil and religious liberty.” Oh, Mr. Eagle, how good you do make us feel to talk in that way, especially, after publishing resolutions that every life taken by a soldier in the war was as unjustifiable as though contrary to civil law. By the way, Mr. Eagle, how comes it that if our pretended friends wouldn’t give us a proper reception, that you and your friends who are kind to us now, couldn’t turn out and give us a shout of welcome?


            → We will sell a pretty good Washington Printing Press, bed 28 x 40 inches, if applied for soon. Price $75 – very cheap.


            New Express Agent. – Mr. G. K. Hall, doing business on the east side of the square, has been appointed agent in this place for the American Express Company and has entered upon his duties. Mr. J. W. Westfall, the old incumbent, has filled his place for a number of years. The change was made in deference to the wishes of a great many of the business men of the city.


            Soldiers Dinner and Pic Nic. – We learn that the good people of Industry propose to give the soldiers a free dinner at a beautiful grove in that town on Saturday. All soldiers with their families are invited to be present, and to partake freely without money and without price.

June 24, 1865

Macomb Eagle

For the Macomb Eagle.

“How are You Shoulder Straps?”


            The sentinel paced before the door,
The night wind whistled cold;
Said he, “an hour, and hour, and may be more,
E’re my relief is told.”

He drew his blanket to his form,
His right hand to his cap,
Quick wheeled and faced the driving storm,
How are you, Shoulder Strap?

“Present arms, you dunderpate,”
The Colonel roughly said,
As he strode onward through the gate,
With high and stately tread.
At the mansion door in glittering style
The Colonel gives a rap –
A lady meets him with a smile –
How are you, Shoulder Strap?

Here straps and stripes together dance,
And brass and silk combine –
Talk of cotton’s late advance –
Drink sanitary wine.
But still the soldier walks his beat –
The drum has sounded taps –
The dance goes on, the ladies greet –
How are you, Shoulder Straps?

Poor fellow bit a crust of tack;
The rain began to pour;
He drew his blanket to his back,
And wished the war was o’er.
He hears the music’s thrilling charms
But never feels unwrapt,
Brass men with ladies to their arms –
How are you, Shoulder Strap?

“This horrid war will soon be o’er,”
The soldier blandly said,
And things return as they were before
These Shoulder Straps were made –
When brains will rule the world again,
While brains return to sap,
And sense shall choose our public men –
How are you, Shoulder Strap?

When solder boys again are free,
You’ll see some feathers fall,
The day we’re mustered out, he, hel-
By zounds! we’ll tell it all.
A thousand ears will hear the tale,
A thousand hands will clap,
A groan shall echo hill and vale –
How are you, Shoulder Strap?

The election day is doomed to come,
And you will have the blues,
For soldiers all will be at home
To pay you your just dues.
We’ll choose for office better men –
As you hear something drap –
And laugh as you get up again –
How are you, Shoulder Strap?

Beneath the ballot box, with care,
We’ll bury you forlorn,
So deep that you will never hear,
The toot of Gabriel’s horn.
We’ll write a line above your head,
To be read by mole and bat,
As they will mourn for you when dead –
How are you, Shoulder Strap?


To Shoulder Straps who act the man
Our glasses we will fill –
When peace again shall bless the land,
We’ll rally round them still;
But if they fail to do what’s right,
There’ll be an after clap,
For we can vote as well as fight –
How are you, Shoulder Strap?


Grand Reception of the 78th.

            Receptions have become the order of the day. It is no trouble now a days to get up a magnificent reception on the shortest possible notice. To illustrate how a grand reception went off in this place on Wednesday last would require more space than we have to spare, and a proper description of which our faltering men utterly fails to portray. On Wednesday last the members of the 78th regiment returned home after an absence of nearly three long years, during which time they faced danger in every conceivable form for the purpose of securing to stay-at-home patriots the blessings of civil and religious liberty. They have been urged to leave their families and their friends by these men and told that they would ever hold their memory sacred, and when they returned to their homes, they would receive them with open arms and with shouts of joyful welcome: yea, the very heavens with the echoes should resound. How well they have kept their promises could be seen when on Wednesday last, they arrived at home. Out of a population of 3,000 souls, some ten or twelve persons perhaps, congregated at the corner of West Jackson street, and received such as they were personally acquainted with, with a cold shake of the hand and a cool how d’ye do? We think we can see some poor fellow who has suffered more, if possible, than the second death, in some hospital, where amid the dead and dying he raises his eyes to heaven and with a heart overflowing with gratitude, and in feeble accents murmurs “Father, I thank thee that I have been permitted to take my life in my hand and go forth to battle for those noble, generous hearted people who, when I return from a long an wearisome campaign of more than three long tedious years will welcome me home with honor and great joy.” But on account of the overflowing of their hearts they could not give utterance to one single shout of welcome.



            Editor Macomb Eagle: I notice that the council have consented finally to grant license. The editor of the Journal crowed a little too soon over his temperance victory and pretends to feel sore, that the men he supported at the last city election should be as strong advocates of selling whiskey as G. F. Clark or John Simmons. Thad. and his temperance sympathizers can blame nobody but themselves, for it was well known on the day of election, by those possessed of the least amount of acumen, that the ticket elect was just as much in favor of license as the one defeated, and I think they got just as many votes by so representing as they did English and Irish votes, by representing that Burton and his friends would stop the work on the school building, if the opposition was elected, or by offering work on the building as a premium to voters who supported Dr. Jordan. I have been informed that Dr. Jordan openly represented that he was in favor of license (just as they have been granted) before the election; how silly it was then for the organ of the temperance men, I mean the Journal, to talk about “leasing it to their consciences,” that is, the present council, when they have done no more than they agreed to do prior to their election. I am well aware that some of these temperance men, so called, claimed that Dr. Jordan pledged himself to use his influence against granting license, but no one believes this assertion. The fact is, the temperance men have shown their stupidity and of course do not want to acknowledge it. The write of this is well aware that there were certain church members in twon who were loud mouthed on the day of the election, in their support of our present worthy Mayor on the ground that he was opposed to license, who must have known, and did know better, but he would have received their support, if he had have been as notorious for immoral habits as he is for morality. Why, then did they support him? Because he belonged to a certain political party of which Wendell Phillips is the head and drunken Chandler, of Michigan, is the tail and for still stronger motives, because the Dr. represented certain local interests that affected their pockets. – Perhaps you do not believe this? I will say that it is only in keeping with the cant and hypocracy so prevalent here and throughout the country.



What We Dislike.

            We dislike to hear preachers eternally abusing their neighbors when they are afraid to meet each other in a free, open, manly discussion.

We dislike to see men run for little pitiful offices on both the temperance and whiskey questions.

We dislike to see a man torture his face in singing.

We dislike to see men clai the protection of law when they continually trample that same law under foot.

We dislike our city fathers for compelling the people on one side of a street to build walks for the accommodation of people on the other.

We dislike to see strangers push themselves in society. They had better wait, and, if worthy, they will be invited to participate soon enough.

We dislike to see a person on the street denouncing persons for taking a “snifter,” and continually using the critter themselves.


            Dangers of “Hashesh” – On Saturday evening, the brothers Dennis, surgeon dentists, corner of Maine and Washington streets, through curiosity or by way of experiment, took a dose of extract of “Hashesh,” better known as Indian Hemp. The dose proved more powerful than anticipated, and soon assumed the phase of serious poisoning. The services of a physician were required, and for a time the life of one of the parties was considered in great danger. By the prompt administration of remedies, and some four or five hours unremitting attention, the effects of the drug were neutralized and the danger was passed. We understand the parties are thoroughly satisfied with the test they made of the narcotic, which they considered more “hash” than “esh.” – Peoria Transcript.


At Home.

            Part of four companies of the 84th regiment arrived here on Saturday last, and was received by the citizens in a becoming manner. Notwithstanding the short notice given a bountiful repast was furnished, and the citizens repaired to the depot at 1 o’clock to meet the boys and escort them to the public square. After partaking of the dinner prepared, they were addressed in a short and appropriate welcome speech by C. F. Wheat, Esq., on behalf of the citizens, which was responded to by Col. L. H. Waters, on behalf of the regiment.


            Petty Thieves. – Mr. Logston informs us that some persons entered his house on Tuesday night last, and carried off a basket of eggs, a crock of milk, a basket of cookies, and other things. Mr. L. informs us that he knows the persons who were engaged in this act of petty meanness, and says that if they will come up and make the proper acknowledgement, that he will not commence legal proceedings against them.


Success in Life.

            There are a few men in Macomb who have succeeded to a remarkable degree in accumulating the goods of this world. These men have struggled hard and braved many a danger when hearts of less courage have given up in despair and are now compelled to labor, in in their old age, by days of work in order to keep soul and body together. The secret of these men’s success is that they practice economy in everything. And if those who are just entering upon the stage of action, and those who have been upon the stage for some time, will even now practice the same economy they may reach the desire of their hearts by purchasing their goods of Luther Johnson, who keeps the largest stock in town, and always sells cheaper than anybody else. Go to Johnson’s and practice economy.


Another Fine Horse.

            Mr. Naylor: I notice in your remarks in last week’s Eagle about Mr. Chas. Chandler having purchased a fine three year old stallion colt, and in connection will say that I have also purchased and own a two year old entire horse colt, which is a half brother to the colt owned by Chandler – he and I buying of the same gentleman.

I am glad to see that there is beginning to be felt some interest in this county in producing fine and valuable horses; an interest that has heretofore been much neglected. – Let “excelsior” be the motto of every farmer and there will soon be added another great source of wealth to McDonough county.

Joseph Burton.


            Something Every Farmer Wants for Harvesting. – Sugar, coffee, tea, white fish, mackeral, a new set of dishes, a pair of those Buell plow shoes, and a great quantity of other goods which you can buy for less money at Watkins & Co.’s, in the new brick on the southeast corner of the square, than at any other house in town. Farmers, give them a call before you lay in your harvest supplies.


            Thanks. – I return my thanks to those young ladies that called at the Eagle office and presented me with a boquette. May the bloom on their cheeks be as lasting as the bloom of the rose is beautiful and delicious.



            Fire. – The alarm of fire was given on Monday morning last. No sooner was the alarm given than the “bucket” company turned out and the flames was extinguished before much damage was done.


            “Dearest Sarah, thee I wed,
‘Cause you blushed so when I sed
You was my “pole star of life”

And right on the spot agreed to go to Hawkins and Philpot and get one of those elegant photographs taken which they know so well how to take.


            Important Arrival. – We are informed that a number of very important passengers, (we should think they were important from the number of calls they receive from the first men of the place), have recently arrived and located a short distance west of the city.


            Advanced. – Prints have advanced in New York to 97 cents per yard, but George W. Bailey is still selling them at from 20 to 25 cents per yard. You had better get your goods not, for if you wait until he gets another stock you will have to pay the advance figures.


            “Blessed are they that keep the sayings of the Book.” This saying had no reference to the history of the late rebellion, nor to the exposition of the great northwestern conspiracy, but it had reference to a book in the Bible called the Revelations of St. John, and in order that the people may know just how to be blessed S. J. Clarke has purchased a large stock, knowing well the need of them in this community of Bibles. They have a few copies of the New Translation which we trust every body will read.


            The Printer. – The printer is the master of all trades. He beats the carpenter with the rule, and the mason in getting up columns; he surpasses the lawyer with his case, and beats the parson in the management of the devil.

June 23, 1865

Macomb Journal

“The Beginning.”

            The Eagle still harps on negro equality. It devotes nearly a column in last week’s issue to this interesting theme. The Eagle man is afraid, if allowed to do so, that a negro will become his superior, and hence he he awaits the action of our legislature in pulling down the barriers which prevented a negro from becoming a resident of the State. He fears to have a negro as his neighbor lest the negro be more respected than he is. He is horror struck at the idea that if a negro should become our “best citizen” he should have social and political preferment. We think that no community ever suffered by giving social and political preferment to her best citizens. The Eagle man pathetically implores us to answer the question whether we are in “favor of allowing the negro to vote, to hold office, and marry whites.” We candidly reply that when the law taxes the negro the same as a white man, and in war makes him liable to a draft the same as a white man, we can see no reason why he should not vote the same as a white man. We have been educated to believe that taxation without representation is oppression. About the negro holding office, we believe that the people should be left perfectly free to do just as they please in the matter. We want no legislative restrictions on the subject. We have that confidence in the intelligence and virtue of the people to believe that they can be trusted in the selection of their officers, and when a community wants a negro for dog pelter or any other office, they should be left perfectly free to form and regulate their domestic institutions in their own way. And furthermore, if the Eagle man should be legally entitled to a wife, and should fall in love with a thick lipped, greasy-skinned, kinky-haired daughter of Africa, and she should reciprocate the affection, we should say it is none of our business, every one to their own tastes in that matter.


Fourth of July.



            J. P. Updegraff, S. H. Williams, H. L. Ross, O. F. Piper, Joseph Burton, C. W. Dallam, George Eyre, John Knappenberger, and A. Blackburn.

To Raise Funds.

            T. M. Jordan, J. W. McIntosh, C. V. Chandler, F. R. Kyle, and C. F. Wheat.


            D. G. Tunnicliff, W. E. Withrow, and Rev. J. O. Metcalf.


            George W. Bailey, L. Clisby, R. H. Broaddus, F. R. Kyle, and J. H. Baker.


            T. Chandler, J. M. Campbell, L. Johnson, Dr. McCandless, J. Knappenberger, J. E. Wyne, A. E. Floyd, J. F. Wadham, John McElrath, and John H. Hungate.

This committee was also appointed a committee of reception, to receive the returning volunteers upon their return, in an appropriate manner, at the depot in Macomb.



Kirby’s Harvester,

At old Prices.



            Purchasers have no freight or charges to pay. SELF RAKE can be attached at any time without injuring the Machine as a Hand Raker. It has a flexible Mowing Bar, and cuts close on the roughest meadows.




Everybody Make Arrangements to be at Macomb,

            On the Glorious Old Fourth. When we will have such a celebration as never has been surpassed.

The different committees in the different departments are sparing neither pains nor money to make it an occasion never to be forgotten. A No. 1 band of music from Quincy, will give life to the exercises. Speakers from the different parts of the country will be there to orate. Soldiers of our Country, come and spend the Fourth in Macomb, and we’ll make you feel that we appreciate your services in our behalf. Come and eat. A table will be spread with the substantials and delicacies of life, sufficient to feed all and some left. The committee on provisions are the fellows who know how to get up the good things. Come and be satisfied. – Let every body come and bring their neighbors with them.

Now that this cruel war is over, rebellion crushed, traitors subdued, and the war no failure, our Union soldiers home, the Old Stars and Stripes floating proudly and triumphantly over every State in the Union, let every patriot father, mother, son and daughter, come to Macomb the 4th of July and bring the children along, and we’ll have a time long to be remembered.

As we desire to have a celebration in which every body can participate and feel at home and share the honors, we invite cordially to come, and bring anything to satisfy the inner man. Fetch you roast pigs, turkeys, chickens, ducks, geese, &c. Fetch your light cake, biscuits your pies, custards and whatever else you please, and if a basket don’t hold it put it in a tub, and we’ll show the soldier boys if they were starved in rebel prisons, they shall not be in Macomb on the 4th of July.

By order of




On Wednesday evening, 21st inst., a Black Silk Shawl somewhere between the residences of R. H. Broaddus and J. H. Cummings. The finder will confer a favor on the undersigned, by returning it to this office.

Mrs. Ann Broaddus.


The Returned Soldiers.

            The following are the names of the men composing Companies A and C, of the 84th, who have returned home after having served their three years.

Company A.

            Captain – Willis Edson.

Lieutenants – L. N. Mitchell, John S. Walker.

Sergeants – John McCabe, W. S. Odell, George C. Archer, Edward Case.

Corporals – J. Shoopman, J. Parks, R. L. Morris, N. Owens, C. W. Misner.

Privates – F. Carnahan, J. Crane, J. S. Clark, B. F. Clarke, J. W. Davis, G. M. Dutz, M. Nolon, A. Rennick, J. T. Reno, C. Tuggle, G. R. Vorhies, T. W. White, C. H. Whiting, Zac Wilson.

Company C.

            Captain – William Ervin.

Lieutenants – Joseph G. Waters, Wm. F. Jones.

Sergeants – John S. Provine, Daniel Woolley, George W. Maxwell, Wesley C. Herron, Elijah Stratton.

Corporals – Josiah J. Hammer, Chas. W. Pennington, Thomas J. Martin.

Privates – Daniel Avery, David Brown, William A. Chapman, James O. Erwin, Charles W. Fee, John M. Harris, George W. Harris, James Johnston, Anthony Kemble, John W. Neal, James Purdam, John W. Stratton, Henry Sumpter, John W. Sweeney, Samuel A. Smith, Jeptha M. Tandy, Cyrus Wetherall, Geiry E. W. White, Frederick Wilkinson.


At Home.

Mr. Magie, proprietor of the Journal, arrived home on Wednesday, in company with the other members of the 78th from this section. He requests us to state that he will be ready to resume the quill next week. He has purchased new type and other material for the paper, which will be put to use as soon as received.


            → The Eagle man wants to know if “balderdash” is the kind of “dash” served up at the Girard House in Chicago. Let him ask his friend who presides over the south side of the Court House, he is better “posted” than we are.


            → “John Brown’s soul is marching on,” and has reached Macomb, for the editor of the Eagle has turned “nigger catcher.” He says he intends to take “George” in as associate editor next Fall. It will be a good firm as far as “equality” goes.


The Welcome.

On last Saturday a large concourse of people assembled at the depot in this city to receive the returning boys of the 84th. As soon as the cars stopped, three cheers were proposed for the 84th, which were given with with a will. A procession was then formed, and marched to the public square, where a splendid dinner was served to the soldiers. The boys did not eat, as much as might have been expected, owing to the fact, as we suppose, that they were “too full of home.”

C. F. Wheat, Esq., made the welcoming speech, which was responded to by Col. Waters, of the 84th in his usual happy style.

Altogether it was such a reception as befitted the gallant boys who had so nobly battled for the right during last three years, and one long to be remembered by the givers as well as receivers.


            → Elder Lowe has been holding a series of meetings, during the last week, at the Christian Church.


Arrival of the 78th.

Companies I and C of the 78th regiment, which were raised in this county, arrived in this city on Wednesday morning last. The citizens had made arrangements to give them a suitable reception, but owing to the negligence, carelessness or stupidity of the man who was delegated to telegraph us of their coming, our people were taken by surprise. The gallant soldiers were not, however, neglected. They were all sumptuously provided for at the Randolph Hotel, except such as accepted invitations to the houses of friends. The boys generally look well and hearty. We will publish next week a list of the names of those returning with these two companies.


            → Frank E. Fowler, formerly of this paper, is about starting a new paper at Carthage, Hancock County. – Frank will wake up the Cops. in that county, and make them wish to crawl in their holes and draw the holes in after them. We wish him an abundance of political and pecuniary prosperity.



George is a name that the “Father of Our Country” bore, and we honor and reverence the name for his sake, and “George” is the name of the man on the east side of the square who sells such good and cheap goods – George W. Bailey we mean, on the corner of Jackson and Randolph streets. George is gaining in popularity every day, if we may judge by the way his store is crowded with customers.


Pic Nic.

The members of the Presbyterian Sabbath School held a pic nic at Wolf Grove on Tuesday last. We understand they had a pleasant time.


“The People’s Favorite.”

            The photograph gallery of Thomas & Danley, on the south side of the square, has gained the name of “The People’s Favorite Gallery.” Whether deserved or not, we know that they take good pictures there – natural and life-like. They solicit a visit from all whether you with to “sit” or not.


            → The school house, now being built near the second ward school house, is prospering finely. The foundation is about completed, and the brick walls will soon be started. When finished the house will be an ornament to the city, and we hope it will prove a blessing.


Go to the Best.

For the best coffee, sugar, teas, molasses, &c., &c., go to Watkins & Co’s new brick store southeast corner of the square, and you will be sure to get them. Boots and shoes also on hand and for sale cheap.


Spread Eagle.

The night was dark beyond description, great flashes of lightning played across the heavens, and fitful gusts of wind swept sadly by, as a party were rapidly approaching their homes, but they heeded not the gloom nor the threatening storm, or they thought alone of the beautiful Cartes de Visite for them at Hawkins & Philpot’s Picture Gallery, southeast corner of the square.


Burton & Hall.

We have noticed an unusual rush at Burton & Hall’s store this week, owing to the fact that they have just received a large and new stock of goods and are selling them at low figures. – They are now selling, and will for the balance of this week, the heaviest brown domestics at from 30 cts. to 35 cts. per yard, and other goods in proportion. We advise our friends to give them a call at once.



Farmers in want of a Reaper and Mower will find it to their interest to go to Wadham & Stowell’s, northwest corner of the Square, and see the “Excelsior.” It is a Self-Raking and Dropping Reaper.

We would say to all who intend getting a machine not to buy until you see ours.





We have for sale at reduced prices,



Another Story, Another Face

One of the pleasures of creating this blog is connecting a face with the names published in the Eagle and the Journal.  There have been several times that descendants have sent images of soldiers from the 78th Illinois Infantry to share with the readers of The Eagle and the Journal.  Today, I have something special to share in that same vein.

In the May 27th and June 2nd editions of the papers, a series of robberies near Quincy, Illinois, occurred, attributed to a group of “bushwhackers.”  I was contacted several weeks ago by a Thomas Rose, a descendant of the Tom Rose listed as the leader of the criminal gang, and victim of a Quincy lynch mob.  With his permission, today’s post gives us the face of Tom Rose, and a better understanding of his story and unfortunate demise.  I’d like to thank Thomas for contacting me and granting his permission to share his research.


June 17, 1865

Macomb Eagle

The Beginning.

            An article, under the above caption, appeared in a former issue of this paper which has called forth a labored reply from the Journal. In that article we portrayed, by the light of a recent example in Macomb, the fruits of republican teachings in our State. We asserted then, as we do now, that but for the legislative action of last winter, Macomb would not and could not, so long as law was respected, have been the scene of such a brutish and hellish outrage, nor be thronged, as she is to-day, by a dozen colored nuisances. If I break down a man’s fence before a herd of swine, I am as guilty, morally speaking, as if I had cut down and destroyed his crop. Who broke down the fence and let Jack in? The Journal man pulled up one stake when he endorsed the Helper book, another when he advocated negro equality – Garrisonianism, and another when he advocated the preferment of unblushing abolitionists for office. These are the fence brakers and our own homes and hearthstones are the fields in which they have led cuffey to revel, and we would say to the Journal that it will not extenuate the crime to deny it. We do not assert that all republicans are in favor of negro equality, and the Journal is mistaken when he asserts that we make the crime of the negro the crime of a whole community. We only make it the crime of those who, blinded by fanaticism and prejudice, disparage their own race and give preference to the negro, as did the Chicago Tribune when it asserted that negroes made the best soldiers, and as did the Journal in its reply. Here is what the Journal says:

“The negro has suffered much, have always been in subjection and it certainly is not expected when the freedom has been so suddenly forced upon them that they make the best citizens – they must be educated to it.”

Education will make them the best citizens, will it? Is he in favor of making them the best citizens by education? And when educated and made the best citizens, is he in favor of giving them social and political preferment? That is even worse than negro equality. We are sorry that the editor of the Journal don’t regard himself as good as an educated negro; but we shall not dispute that question with him. We wish to ask the editor of the Journal one fair, plain question and hope he will answer without equivocation: Is he in favor of allowing the negro to vote, hold office, and marry whites? Let us understand each other on this point; granting of course that the negro be educated up to his own stand point.

The Journal is very much mistaken when he imputes a desire on our part to make political capital out of an affair so revolting as that portrayed in our former article. Our motives are of a higher and purer nature. We desire, as far as our own community is concerned, to keep our own race untarnished by contact with black, brutish bipeds; and we seek to correct that sickley sentimentalism that finds a seat in the addled brains of some, and that yearning for the negro that the Journal man feels in the bowles of his affections.

The Journal does not want to apologise for the negro’s crime. Oh no! but he thinks that Jack is not so bad a jack as some would wish to make him. Just educate the colored jack and then a host would take him into their confidence and place him on a perfect equality with them.


            The St. Louis Democrat asserts that there were immense frauds in that state in the constitutional election.

It may be that bushwhackers, disloyalists, rebel sympathizers and guerillas conspired to defeat the “loyal.” If they did not vote illegally, early and often, they were but imitating the example which radicals had given them the past four years. They did not carry their wickedness so far as the radicals. They did not surround the polls and drive away lawful voters with bayonets. If the power of the military and of the bold, bad men who have ruled the state as with a rod of iron since the commencement of the war, is so far broken that their opponents can carry an election, even by fraud, it argues a much better state of society than has lately existed there.


            → There has been a great panic in the lumber trade lately, and H. R. Bartleson has taken advantage of the panic and bought the largest lot of lumber ever brought to this market, which he is selling at panic prices.


            → Hawkins & Philpot are stil taking pictures on the south side the square. They have their rooms fitted in splendid style, and it will do you good to take a look at them. Go and look at their rooms whether you want a picture or not.








The Year of Jubilee has Come, Re-
turn Ye Ransomed Soldiers

Let Every Body Come and have
a “Feast of Fat Things
and Flow of Soul.”

Bring Along the Eatables.

“Let Him That will, Say Come,
and Whomever will

          It has been resolved to hold an anniversary celebration of our National Independence in a style worthy the occasion, and everybody should come


          We want every man and women who is proud of his country FOR ONCE TO LAY ASIDE CARE, TO UNLOCK HIS PURSE, to put on a happy face and come together to thank God for a noble ancestry and a blessed fatherland.


          We want the women to enter into this matter with their whole heart; to insist on coming to the jubilee, and to bring their share of the entertainment in good and well filled BASKETS, that all may have enough, and especially that our returned soldiers may have a hearty welcome home.


          Good speakers will be provided.


          Good music may be expected, both vocal and instrumental, and oceans of good cheer and fun.


          We want every man who sees this notice to consider himself a committee of one to work for the celebration.


          We want every women that is proud of her country to insist on coming and not to be put off from coming, and we want her to bring eatables enough for her own household, and a good share for the unfortunate who have no wives.

Fire Works.

          We expect the occasion to close with fire works on the night of the 4th.

Let every man and his wife come. The good time is coming sure.

All organized bodies are invited to get up some symbol. Either representing the Union their order.


          A cordial invitation is extended to all returned soldiers to be present and participate in the festivities of the occasion.


            → Watkins & Co. have received another large invoice of those celebrated Buell boots, which they are selling, as they do everything else in their line, cheaper than any other house in the trade.


Fourth of July.

            At a public meeting held in the Council room on Tuesday night last, of which D. G. Tunnicliff was Chairman and J. Knappenberger Secretary, the final arrangements were made for a Grand Celebration, by all parties creeds and peoples of the coming Fourth of July. With regard to refreshment it was decided to make it on the order of a basket dinner, as that plan will suspense with a great deal of labor and give all a better chance to enjoy themselves. A number of committees were appoited for different duties connected with the celebration, which will be found below. The occasion is one that appeals to every right thinking man, and it should be celebrated at this time in a mander and spirit which the brightening prospects of our great and beloved country unquestionably warrents. The order of procession and full programne of proceedings will be published next week.

On Entertainment and Dinner. – J. P. Updegraff, S. H. Williams, H. L. Ross, O. F. Piper, Joseph Burton, C. W. Dallam, George Eyre, John Knappenberger, and A. Blackburn.

To Raise Funds. – T. M. Jordan, J. W. McIntosh, C. V. Chandler, F. R. Kyle, and C. F. Wheat.

On Speakers. – D. G. Tunnicliff, W. E. Withrow, and Rev. J. O. Metcalf.

On Music. – George W. Bailey, L. Clisby, R. H. Broaddus, F. R. Kyle, and J. H. Baker.

Executive Committee. – T. Chandler, J. M. Campbell, L. Johnson, Dr. McCandless, J. Knappenberger, J. E. Wyne, A. E. Floyd, J. F. Wadham, John McElrath, and John H. Hungate.

The committee was also appointed a committee of reception, to receive the returning volunteers upon their return, in an appropriate manner, at the depot in Macomb.


            Accident. – Miss Rebecca Randolph was thrown from a horse on Monday evening and seriously injured, but it is hoped not mortally.


            Sold Out. – Strader & Co., have sold out their boot and shoe store, and will give possession in 30 days, all those who wish boots, shoes, hats or caps will find it to their advantage to call on them immediately as they are selling goods at cost.


            Dr. A. B. Stewart has returned home, and has associated with himself in the practice of medicine, Dr. McDavitt. Their card will appear in the Eagle next week.


            “Then why this balderdash?” – Journal.

Is that the kind of “dash” the editor of the Journal found at the Girard house?


New Invention.

            One of the latest and most valuable discoveries of the age will be found in the invention recently patented by W. Upton Hoover, of this city. Time and experience has long shown that of all the farming implements now in existence there’s none genius has done so much for as that of threshing machines. We had supposed that the threshers of the present day were full and complete in all of their relative points, yet, by reference to the above invention we find that the greatest improvement has yet to be attached. We, with numerous others, have had the pleasure of examining Mr. Hoover’s improvement, and in order that the interested ones may understand the nature of this invention, I here take the liberty to describe it. This invention consists in an apparatus that can be attached to any threshing machine. The object being to dispense with the labor of two hands, and feed the machine with more uniformity. – The machine is light and by no means expensive, and above all, one of the simplest combinations of machinery to do the amount of labor one could possibly conceive. The machine is placed in immediately over the opening and in front of the cylinder of the thresher, this being made permanent by means of bolts. It is then geared with the drum or cylinder which, when put in motion, the band cutter and feeder are ready for sheaves. The sheaves may be thrown from the stack immediately into the machine which will insure the cutting of the bands and a uniform distribution of the straw. The most ingenious point in this device is what Mr. H. calls a regulator by which means it can be arranged to feed fast or slow or closed entirely. We heartily concur with all who have examined this machine in pronouncing it a success.


            → We notice that Jos. Burton has just returned from Chicago. In answer to our inquiries he says that he is rather inclined to the opinion that the great excitement in Chicago last week was consequent more upon the arrival of Gen. Sherman at the Tremont House than his own arrival at the Sherman House. We always knew that Mr. Burton was a modest man, and in this connection will say that Burton & Hall are now opening a large stock of new gods. In the selection of their goods this firm seems to have particularly remembered the “ladies,” as we notice many fancy articles in their line that have not before been brought into this city. These gentlemen do no blowing, but nevertheless are doing a large business and selling goods as low as they can be bought. We advise our readers to give them a call before buying.


Fine Horse.

            Mr. Charles Chandler has just procured probably one of the finest stallion colts ever brought to this part of the State. The colt in question is three years old, a beautiful bay with black legs, mane, and tail, and stands now nearly 16 hands high, with great development of bone and muscle, resembling, in this respect, his near relative the great “George M. Patchen,” in his time the fastest trotting stallion in the world. This colt combines the blood of Membino and Bushaw stock, being Bushaw on the sire side, and Membino or Messenger through the blood of the dam. Mr. Chandler informs us that he paid $1500, for the colt, and we congratulate him and the farming community that they can in a year or two have so favorable an opportunity of improving their stock.


            → Our old friends Chamers & Randolph, on the east side the square, are still supplying their customers with all kinds of Dry Goods at the lowest market price. With a well selected stock they are always ready to meet the wants of their patrons, and the first to mark down prices on goods that have declined.


            The Soldiers. – The 84th and 78th regiments have been mustered out and the former is now at Camp Butler and the latter at Camp Douglas, awaiting their pay. The friends of the boys may expect to see them any day. We bid them a hearty welcome and trust they may never be called again to enter the field of strife and blood.


The Soldiers at Home.

            We learn by a dispatch from Col. L. H. Waters, that his regiment, the 84th – arrived in Springfield on the morning of the 12th, and went into camp at Camp Butler to await their pay when they will be mustered out and start for home. It is confidently expected that they will be home in a few days, and anticipating their wants and the wants of their friends, A. J. Davis has just received another nice assortment of dry goods, Yankee notions, &c., which he is selling as cheap as the cheapest.


            → Arlington, Kelly & Leon’s Minstrels, from the Chicago Academy of Music, will be in this place and give two of their grand entertainments at Campbell’s Hall, on Tuesday, June 20th, at 2 and 7 o’clock, p. m. The troupe has been playing in Chicago for two years, and are now on their first tour through the country. Those who are fond of fun and wish to enjoy a good laugh, will attend, as they are the acknowledged sovereigns of minstrelsy.

June 10, 1865

Macomb Eagle

Fourth of July.

            There was a public meeting called on Monday night last, for the purpose of making arrangements for the celebration of the coming fourth of July, and for the proper reception of our “Boys in Blue.” As might have been expected nobody attended. We do not know why it permitted to pass without the proper action being taken, unless it was because the call proposed a proper receptions of our “Boys in Blue.” This town has been excessively loyal ever since the commencement of the war, and the majority have claimed to be the par excellent friend of the soldiers, and have hitherto excluded their neighbors from any of the honors. But the war is now over, and there is now no use for the soldiers – their is now no danger of the destruction of their property, and therefore when the boys are returning home, and a public meeting called to make arrangements for their proper reception, the intensely loyal are fearing that it will cost something, and refuse to attend and thus let the meeting go by default, and permit the boys to return home, after four years of war, in comparative oblivion, no public meeting to extend to them a welcome to their families, and their friends. O! shame where is thy blush?


            → The republican press seem to be haunted by the idea that the Democratic party is endeavoring to take possession of the new President. It devotes a whole column of its valuable space to warning Mr. Johnson of his danger from these terrible coperheads. If after reading the article, he is caught by them he deserves to be snakebitten, and no right thinking man can have any sympathy with him in his affliction. But we think they are mistaken. The Democracy do not desire to take possession of Mr. Johnson, but they do indulge in a reasonable expectation that his administration will be in accordance with his democratic “antecedents.” If so, and democratic principles govern him in the administration of affairs, he will have no difficulty in getting the party to follow him, and by a course of general good conduct during his term, he may be able to take possession of the entire party. All that democrats require in a leader, is ability, honesty, patriotism and democracy.


            The civil power having been restored, citizens who have been arrested and imprisoned at any time during the usurpations of the past four years, without due process of law, may proceed in the civil courts, in suits for damages against those officers and underlings of the administration who have abused the authority which had been intrusted to them. We sincerely hope retributive justice will overtake every offender.


Free Trade with the South.

            The overthrow of the rebellion is now a fixed fact, and as the Washington Chronicle says, the day cannot be distant when unrestricted trade with the south will begin. So soon as the rebel armies shall have capitulated, or been overthrown, there shall no longer exist a reason for restrictions upon trade. The system of permits will be abandoned, and every citizen will be left free to go into the South with his merchandise. The blockade will be raised, the railroads will be repaired, and thrift enterprise will take the place of desolating war.

The effect will be an immense increase in the demand for the national currency. The population which it will supply with a medium of exchange will be augmented by several millions, an active trade in cotton will spring up, and the effect will be a gradual decline in gold, until a resumption of of specie payments will become practicable.

We deem it a matter of the utmost importance that the freedom of trade should be established at the earliest day possible, which may be consistent with the idea of withdrawing supplies from the enemy. There are interested darties who will make a great outcry at these suggestions, because they are armed with trade permits, by which they expect to make fortunes out of the immediate pressing wants of the Southern people. Of course, they will see the strongest military necessity for excluding competition until the last farthing is extracted from the Southern people. Nothing but necessity can justify the system of permite, and, when that ceases, they should be abandoned. There can be no healthy trade in the South while they are continued. They serve to withhold from the misguided people of the best arguments in favor of a return to loyalty, and they at the same time obstruct obstruct the regular current of trade, which is essential to the prosperity of the loyal States.


Post Master.

            We understand that a petition is in circulation for the purpose of securing the appointment of a new postmaster at this place. – This is a matter in which all are interested, and if a change is wanted a public meeting should be called and an expression made in favor of some one. The right to a change is certainly admitted, but that change should not be made without the consent of the people. Mr. Wyne, the present postmaster, has given entire satisfaction in the discharge of his duties, and we do not believe that there are, irrespective of party, one in a hundred who desire a change. There has also been a petition in circulation in favor of the reappointment of Mr. Wyne, and we believe that every man to whom the petition has been presented, cheerfuly signed it. We trust the authorities will consult the wishes of the people of this place before any change is made.


“The Confederacy in Petticoats.”

            “Don’t provoke the president or he might hurt some one.”

The devil got Jeff. Davis into a bad scrape this time, but Andy Johnson will help him out by the process of hanging him to some “sour apple tree,” and while these things are going on we would inform our customers that dry goods are still advancing. Speculators are buying for the southern trade, which makes many kinds of goods that were scarce before, still scarcer, and consequently higher. Prints which we could have bought six weeks ago at 16 cents per yard, are now worth, in New York, 25 cents. Muslins which were worth 31 cents, are now 40; and many other goods in proportion. It is plain to be seen by those who read the papers that goods are and have been advancing. We know not where they will stop, but we do not know that we have goods enough to last 60 days, that were bought at low figures; and we do know, also, that we don’t intend to be undersold while these goods last; so come along before we, and the rest of the merchants, have to buy again, and have to charge you more. – We are and have been selling some goods for less than we can replace them, but we bought before the rise and can afford to as long as they last.

George W. Bailey.


            → S. J. Clarke & Co. will have in receipt this week another large invoice of wallpaper and window shades, of the latest styles and lowest prices. Give them a call.


            → If you want good, cheap groceries, you will find them at the store of Watkins & Co. They keep a large stock, and of the best quality. They also keep the celebrated Dickerson boot and a No. 1 quality of plow shoes.



            Stafford’s two horse cultivator; the best plow in the field and made of the best materials, and in the best manner. For sale by

Graham & Bro., Macomb.

June 9, 1865

Macomb Journal

“The Beginning.”

            The following is an article that appeared in the Eagle of the 27th ult., referred to in our last issue. We bespeak for it a careful perusal by our readers in order that they may see the straights to which the opposition is reduced to make issues to divide the people:

The occurrences, noted elsewhere in this paper, in relation to the assault by a negro upon two highly respectable women of this town, may well call for a few serious reflections. This negro’s work is but the beginning of the end. It is one of the fruits of the ascendancy of republican teaching in our State and nation. During all the years that we have lived in Macomb, no crime so heinous and dastardly ever came to light. Yet in three short months after the work of a republican Legislature becomes known, we find the town the resort of some half doz. of brutish negroes one of whom breaks into the residences of two married women whose husbands are in the army, fighting to secure to such beasts the very “liberty” which they thus are swift to show they are utterly incapable of appreciating. – The negro, both as an abstract idea and a living animal, has many warm and devoted sympathizers in town and county, who have literally made themselves hoarse many a time “shrieking for freedom.” Their efforts in the cause of what they unctuously style the “interests of God and humanity” have been unceasing and diligent. The result in this instance that has crowned their efforts is in keeping with the character of the arguments they have employed to achieve it. They started out upon the supposition that a negro is “a man and a brother,” and have fed themselves upon the delusion until they have really believed the fiction of their own coining. Whether the occurrences of Sunday night will serve to open the eyes of any of the admirers of free negroism remains to be seen.

Had not the provisions of the United States constitution been disregarded by the republican administration, and its wholesome restrictions been violated by our republican Legislature, the wives of our absent soldiers would not have been frightened and insulted, nor our city been the theatre of these disgraceful crimes. Is it not time that the people were waking up to the monstrosity of the doctrines of the republican leaders?

The writer of the above evidently [fold] and unanswerable, but we consider the whole thing bosh and supremely ridiculous, and we rather think we are wasting time in noticing it. The idea of making the crime of one man, be he white or black, and however heinous the crime, the crime of a whole community, could only originate in the addlepated brains of those who are afraid of losing all power in the political affairs of the country. Now we do not wish to apologise for the crime of the negro, for we believe he should be punished to the full extent of the law, but we do object to making the crime of one an excuse for the condemnation of all. – The negro race has suffered much, have always been held in subjection, and it certainly cannot be expected when their freedom has been so suddenly forced upon them that they will make the best citizens – they must be educated to it.

So far as the crime of the negro being the result of the teachings of the Republican party, the Eagle man knows it is not true. The freedom of the negro by proclamation of the President, has been the result of the war, and now is it not the duty of all to take the consequences, make the best of the matter and not try to institute a feeling of hatred between the races? The Eagle seems to think the blacks are the only ones guilty of crime, but we believe if the Eagle or any other man, will examine the Police reports of our large cities, (Chicago for instance vida the Chicago Times) he will see by far the larger proportion of crime is committed by white men, and of that nationality he so well admires. Is that any reason we should condemn them? – Far from it. Then why this balderdash about the black race and the teachings of the Republican party? – All can see it is merely for the purpose of making political capital, but in that we know they will fail, as the people of this country are too intelligent to be deceived by a party who alone are responsible for the war and the evil condition, if evil condition it is, of the country at the present time.


From Louisville.

Lousiville, Ky.,
June 2, 1865.

            We are in the midst of the Summer solstice, and the fervent rays of old Sol comes down with a potency and power which licks up the dampness which has been deluging mother earth hereabouts for many months, equal to that with which Phil. Sheridan licked the Lee’s miserable at Five Forks. In fact its growin’ weather, and perpirin’ weather, and gold is going up while paper is coming down (paper shirt-collars I mean.)

Next Monday the races commence here. These contests between the equine species are perhaps the greatest trial of horse-flesh, depth of pocket, and capability of human stomachs to resist the action of certain highly-concentrated fluids, known in the United States. The grounds are seven miles from the city, on the Frankfort Railroad, and are very large and spacious. The races will last six days this year, and promise to be of unusual interest. If you cor. can secure a dead-head ticket and a French furlough, he may be able to tell you of what occurred there on one day.

Competition is said to the life of trade, but is sometimes death, financially, to the trader. However, to buyers it is always fun and generally profit. Two remarkable instances of competition are now in process of action here. First, to the largest. The distance from here to Cincinnati, by river, is 144 miles. A rich corporation has been running a daily line of large and elegant steamers between the two ports for at least twenty-five years. As rich corporations generally do, they have grown very illiberal and unaccommodating, both in regard to transporting freight and packages. A number of merchants in the two cities associated themselves and started an opposition line, which has been running about two months. The boats of both companies leave here at precisely 12 o’clock M., each day, and there is always an exciting scene at the levee as they move off. Before the opposition commenced, the price of passage was $4, now it is down to $2, and there is a report that it will be only $1. This for 144 miles of a ride, two fine meals and a night’s lodging, might be called “cheap for war times.” Vive la competition. The old [fold] new boat, called the United States, the like whereof, for splendor, never floated on the Western waters.

The other case is this: At the foot of the Falls and canal is the town of Portland, where all large boats are compelled to land in low water, as the canal is not large enough to permit them to ascend any further. From this city to that town there has been a “horse-railroad” in operation for fifteen or twenty years. The accommodations on said road were poor and the charge twenty cents. The motive power was one small mule to each car. – Lately the city gave another company the right, and they constructed another road between the two points, on a much better road. So competition hot and furious has commenced between the rival lines. The rate of passage is now 2 1-2 cents, and it is soon expected that they will pay people for riding over the route.

We hear that many soldiers are to come to this place to be mustered out, but as yet it does not seem to be definitely settled what ones. The army of the Tennessee and the 4th Corps are both reports to be on their way here. Our citizens will be so emersed in blue and green shortly that they will hardly know what to do. The hawks of the Israelitish persuasion are already whetting their beaks vigorously in anticipation of rich pickings.

Your correspondent has been in the penitentiary! Now don’t laugh, for it’s sober truth. Only like the colored Minstrel’s experience at college, he was shown in at one door and out at the other. In others words, I visited the Indiana Southern Penitentiary the other day, and, by the payment of “two bits” and keeping of a still tongue in my head, was allowed to go all over it, accompanied by a guide. The outside brick wall which is about forty feet high, encloses 4 3-4 acres of ground, and inside of this are located the prison and shops. I noticed, tobacco packing, iron and machine casting, cooking, carriage and furniture making, and a number of other mechanical operations being very industriously pursued therein. The present number of inmates is 225. The State has another prison, for the Northern District, located at Michigan City, 50 miles from Chicago.

If you shouldn’t get this letter, don’t print it. If you’re gone in Chicago Fair, with the Macomb fair, and fare badly, act fair with me, and print this fairly, so that it can be read by both fair and fowls (Shanghais.)

Your’n                                                                                     Tatham.

Penny Script. – You’ll hear from me agi’n afore long, if I continue to still be long (to the army.)                                                                                                                            T.


From the 84th.

            [We take the following extract from a letter written by a young soldier, a member of Company C, 84th Ill. The advice contained therein is good and we hope it will be heeded by our citizens:

“I suppose now that so many soldiers are expected home, the thought often occurs to their friends and relatives ‘How will they return? Will they be morally and socially a blessing to the community at home?’ I think that on the friends at home depends very greatly the conduct of the returned soldiers.

Let all those who really desire the soldiers’ good unite in welcoming them back heartily, but without placing in their way temptations, such as treating them to liquor and drinking with them.

While at home on furlough I saw men of good character and intentions offering liquor to soldiers when they would not think of treating a passing friend who was not a soldier. They do it thoughtlessly, and because the opinion is general that all soldiers in the army use more or less liquor even though unaccustomed to its use at home. My experience is that there is less drinking done by the private soldiers than by the same number of citizens at home; – and if they are not urged to drink at home by old and valued friends, a drunken soldier will be seldom seen. There are many soldiers that cannot be persuaded to drink by any one under any circumstances. Yet many would yield who have not done so in the army. Many who have formed bad habits here will endeavor to quit them when they go home, and the more help and encouragement they meet with the greater number will be successful, and become at once good and quiet citizens. But perhaps I have already written too much on this one subject, yet it is because I would hate to see a friend urge a soldier to drink, and then if that soldier was seen drunk, it would be said the army has ruined that man. It will only be done through thoughtlessness or a wilful disregard for the soldier’s welfare.”


            → To Geo. B. McClellan, a Rome or roaming – Sir; “All’s quiet on the Potomac.”

Yours truly,

            Uncle Sam.


Fourth of July.

The ladies of this city are requested to meet at Campbell’s Hall on Saturday, June 10th, at 8 P.M., for the purpose of making arrangements to celebrate the 4th of July in a becoming manner, and giving our husbands, brothers, and lovers a fitting welcome home.


            Macomb June 8th 1865.


            → Owing to a press of Job work and a lack of help, we are compelled to omit several items of local matter. – We will try to make it up in the future.


Cool Treatment.

It has been very warm – in fact, hot – for the last week or two, and there has been a great rush to G. K. Hall & Co’s for Ices and other cooling luxuries, and we have enjoyed several dishes of as rich cream as can be found in the West. We hereby return our thanks for the “cool treatment” we have received from the gentlemanly proprietors.



The members of the choir of the Universalist Church in this city will give a grand Concert at their church on Friday evening, 16th inst. There will be some splendid singing, as some of our best singers are engaged to assist. The whole will conclude with the representation of the allegorical tableau of the “Temple of Liberty,” to be exhibited with red fire. Goddess of Liberty, Miss Baker; Hope, Mrs. Browne; Justice Miss Randolph.


            → Prof. J. H. Rhea’s school closed yesterday. Considering all circumstances, this school has been a decided success. The scholars have a pic nic today.

June 3, 1865

Macomb Eagle

Where is Your Flag.

            This inquiry, says the Hocking (O.) Sentinel, so impertinently made of ex-President Pierce and so happily answered by him, has been put to thousands of other Democrats since the breaking out of the rebellion. It has not been in the power of every Democrat who has been thus interrogated, to make just the same reply that Mr. Pierce made. But every true Democrat might answer the question by saying that his flag is in his heart.

Republicans whose conduct for years has rendered their love for the flag a matter of serious doubt, and their disloyalty to the constitution a matter of certainty – who had flouted the one as a “poluted rag” and denounced the other as a “league with hell,” – did well to throw out the flag of our country when it fell from the staff at Sumter [fold] were, to use the mildest language compatable with the truth, sufficiently doubtful to make it necessary for them to indulge in some public display that would serve to define their position.

With Democrats this was not necessary. Carrying the flag of the Union in their hearts, and feeling and knowing that they had always been true to it, they saw no necessity for waveing it all day from their windows, or crying out for it at every corner of the street. They did not worship it with the crazy zeal of new converts; and they made no effort to rival the noisy patriotism of their “loyal” neighbors because they did not need to drown the recollection of anything they had said or done. It is harlot that flaunts the gaudiest attire and the empty barrel that makes the loudest noise.


Shutting up the Provost Mar-
shal’s Offices.

            One by one the Provost Marshal’s offices are being shut up. Soon these detested institutions will be numbered among the horrors that have passed away. The shoulder-straps will be from officials who have worn them for years without having faced an enemy in battle; and a multitude of attaches, numbering not less than 75,000 in the loyal states alone, will be turned away from the public crib and compelled to seek an honest livelihood or to starve. Poor wretches, what a come down it will be for many of them! They have struted a brief hour, bloated with self-conceit, full of self-importance, and often insolent and overbearing in their manner. How will they ever manage to get down to ordinary life again? Down they must come though. The days of detested conscription are at length over. Poor men need tremble no longer for fear they will be dragged by force from their homes; wives will rejoice that their husbands are at last “out of the draft,” and children will no longer dread the turning of the “fated wheel.” We hope this country may never see a Provost Marshal’s office in it again.

In any ordinary war conscription need never be resorted to among our people. Those of the North and the South will be alike ready to defend the interests and honor of the nation.

Many have been the strange scenes witnesses about the Provost Marshal’s offices. There has been brutality and harshness about most of them, corruption and fraud about not a few of them. They have been marts in which men have openly trafficked in the lives of human beings. We have seen a drunken beast of a father, who had already sold one son as a substitute to satisfy the craving for strong drink, ready to perjure himself in regard to the age of another, an ungrown boy, in spite of the tears of a heart broken mother.

The miserable wretch was very eager to effect a sale. The fact that the son he had sold before had died of disease contracted in camp could not move him, the tears of his wretched wife could not influence him. The boy’s life was worth money and he was willing to sell him, soul and body.

It is perfectly safe to say, that the various Provost Marshal’s offices of this State, and elsewhere, have witnessed more disgusting dickers in human flesh than ever disgraced any slave mart in the South. We are heartily glad they are to be shut up. The people will never desire to see them reopened. – Lancaster Intelligencer.


A Man Killed by his Step-son.

            On last Thursday morning, Mr. Joshua Hale, living about 8 miles northwest of this place, was found lying in an insensible condition, with the back of his head considerably mutilated. His wife and step-son, a boy about 16 years old confessed to have committed the deed.

They give the following version of the affair: Mr. Hale wished to ride the horse to a neighbors. Mrs. H., who claimed the animal, said he should not, as she wished her son to plow. Mr. H. had the old lady by the hair dragging her towards a brush pile, swearing he would “give her the devil.” She called to her son for help, the boy seized a hickory club and ran to his mother’s assistance. Mr. H. turned towards the boy, but the old woman held on to him, in the meanwhile the boy commenced using his club – two or three blows were warded off, but he finally felled him to the ground and struck him several times afterwards. They sent for the neighbors and told their story. Mr. H. during that day was perfectly insensible consequently give no account of the affair. Dr. N. G. Stack who was called in pronounced the skull and neck broken. Mrs. Hale and her son were examined before Esquire Anderson, and committed to jail in default of giving the required bond of $1,000. – Rushville Times.


The Fourth of July.

            The citizens of Macomb and McDonough county are requested to meet at the court house in Macomb, on Monday evening, June 5th, at eight o’clock, for the purpose of making arrangements to celebrate the coming Fourth of July in a becoming manner, and giving such of our boys in blue, as may have returned to their homes, a hearty welcome.



            Removed. – Our friend, H. Brown, the gentlemanly and accommodating station agent at this place, has removed to Quincy. Mr. B. has received the appointment of transfer agent at Quincy, of the Hannibal & St. Joe railroad, and will immediately enter upon the discharge of his duties. Mr. B. has been the station agent at this place for a number of years, and during that time has given entire satisfaction. We are sorry to part with Mr. Brown, but trust that he may prosper abundantly in his new position. Mr. Brown is succeeded by Mr. Bradford.


            → Now that peace has again blessed the land, [?] alarms and high prices will be heard no more by those who purchase their clothing at the popular clothing house of I. August. Mr. A. has the largest and best selected stock ever brought to this place. Mr. William Manning, Mr. A.’s chief of staff, will take great pleasure in showing goods.


            Improvement. – Supervisor Smith has commenced work on the streets. He is engaged in putting the new crossings and repairing side walks. This is a work which has been much needed, and we are glad to see the improvements. Mr. Smith is the right man in the right place.


            They are Nice! – Everybody is admiring those fine boots made by John Barry, on East Jackson street, one door east of Chambers & Randolph. If you want a well made boot, and one that will fit, go to John Barry’s and we will guarantee you perfect satisfaction.


            Didn’t Want It. – A gentleman who has long been engaged in the “interest of God and humanity” was walking down west Jackson street one day last week, eating a cracker, when he saw a young “gentleman of color” “in whom his soul delighteth,” and in the goodness of his heart he offered his “brother” a cracker. The American citizen of African descent informed him that he had plenty to eat, and judging from his looks his children needed it much worse than he did.


‘The shades of night were gathering ‘round,

When to my ear there came a sound,’

Saying, “I’ll go immediately to the gallery of Hawkins & Philpot and get one dozen of photographs.” These gentlemen know how to take a good picture, and we would say to those in want, that they cannot do better than to call on them.


            Quite a “Flutter.” – Messrs. Cottrell & Bro., we are informed, created quite a flutter among the mechanics of this place, by bringing on wagons for sale. They swear that they won’t buy anything of them, or repair their wagons, should they get out of repair. The mechanics tell us that they can sell better wagons and cheaper than the Cottrell’s, and we are inclined to believe it, and that being the case, we cannot see the propriety of the mechanics getting their angry passions up. You should remember that your “little hands were never made to scratch out each others eyes out.”


            Wines and Liquors. – Dr. Ritchey has just received a large stock of wines and liquors, which he warrants to be pure, and only the best brands. He has also a lot of choice California wines. He sells strictly for medical purposes.


            A Nuisance. – There is a lot of little girls in this place who are continually running around begging for money for the heathens. This business has been carried on here so much of late that it has become a nuisance.


            → Mr. C. Falder has removed his shaving, hair dressing, and shampooing saloon to the room formerly occupied by W. H. Monroe, in Brown’s Hotel, where he will be happy to wait upon all his old friends and the traveling public.


            → We noticed a little ragged boy on the streets the other day and asked him why his mother didn’t mend his clothes. “’Cause,” replied the boy, “she’s too busy making clothes for the heathens.”


            → Willie Wyne, at the Post Office, has a large supply of Albums on hand. They are the nicest ever brought to this place. Also the Galesburg papers, magazines, notebooks, etc.

June 2, 1865

Macomb Journal


            The citizens of Macomb, and McDonough County, are requested to meet at the Court House, in Macomb, on Monday Evening, June 5, 1865, at 8 o’clock, for the purpose of making arrangements to celebrate the coming Fourth of July, in a becoming manner, and giving such of “our boys in blue,” as may have returned to their homes, a hearty welcome.


            We are heartily glad to know that something is being done towards a proper observance of Independence Day. The coming Fourth of July seems to call for a general glorification, more than any previous one. The war is over, – we are upon the eve of a declaration of peace – fathers, husbands, brothers and sons, are about to return to their households, – and we see nothing now portending to mar our happiness on that day. Let all the people of the county join with us and make it a County Celebration. Let every town in the county be represented at the meeting. Let every man, woman and child feel an interest in this matter, and do something towards having the grandest celebration in this part of the State.


“The Beginning.”

            Under the above head the Eagle, of last week, had an article written by a young disciple of Coke and Blackstone, which we deem worthy of more than a passing notice, and shall notice it at length next week. We are too unwell as yet, to attempt to answer anything “so-would-be-deep” as he article referred to. We shall copy the entire article, and show what false issues the aforesaid “disciple” attempts to use to divide the people. He should remember the presidential campaign of 1864, and the Chicago platform.


The News.

            Secretary Seward made use of his right arm for the first time, since its fracture, in signing President Johnson’s amnesty proclamation.

It is stated that General Sherman’s account of his negotiations with Johnston is in the hands of General Grant, and has not yet been sent to the War office. Grant is endeavoring to settle the differences between Stanton and Sherman. The latter’s report will soon be published as part of the evidence before the Committee on the Conduct of the War.

A boat containing seven white men and a negro was captured off the Florida coast on the 17th. The men gave names not known to fame, but it is suspected from the contents of their trunks, and other circumstances, that they are prominent rebels, and that John C. Breckenridge is among their number.

An expedition sent up the Roanoke river has cleared it of all obstructions, taken possession of the rebel fortifications at Rainbow Bluff and destroyed them, and captured the rebel flotilla, consisting of the “Cotton Plant,” “ Fisher,” and “Dolly.” Similar expeditions are to be sent up the Neuse, Cape Fear, Tar and Chowan rivers.

The last rebel army has surrendered. Kirby Smith has concluded that “discretion is the better part of valor.” This ends the war, as far as the armies are concerned. There being no armed enemy to fight, our soldiers will now have nothing to do but garrison strongholds and hold the repossessed country until civil governments shall be re-established, and the Union places upon a thorough peace-footing.

The last battle of the war was fought in Texas. It was on a small scale. Colonel Barrett, with three hundred men, made a reconnaissance, and was met by a superior force of the enemy, obliging him to retreat. There was some loss on both sides.

Some of the Southern planters, whose plantations were taken possession of by the government while their owners were absent in the rebel army, are trying to dispossess the colored freedmen who have been placed upon these lands by our authorities, to cultivate them. General Howard, Commissioner of the freedman’s Bureau, has issued an order against this sort of thing.

The arrests of rebels still continue. Among the last captures is Seddon, ex-Secretary of war, and Judge Campbell. Lee is also to be arrested on a civil process.

A grand convention of Good Templars has just been in session in London, C. W., with delegates from all the States, as well as provinces.

The Government is in possession of additional testimony implicating George Sanders and Jacob Thompson in the diabolical conspiracies to assassinate the heads of the Government and introduce the yellow fever into Northern cities.

The New School General Assembly has voted against receiving back into the fold the rebel Synods except after due quarantine.

The rebel ram Stonewall, the last of an ignoble line, has been surrendered to the Havana authorities.

In Kentucky the rebel Judge Bullitt is to be addressed out of the office. He won’t be discharged any other way.

All the cavalry are to be mustered at Cairo for a grand movement in the Trans-Mississippi region.

Kirby Smith has surrendered the whole trans-Mississippi army to Gen. Canby, on the same terms as those granted to Lee and Johnston. The formalities were conducted by Generals Price and [?] the rebels, and Generals Canby and Steele on our side.

Great apprehension is felt in regard to the recovery of Ass’t Secretary Seward.

The 78th regiment is expected at Springfield, shortly, to be mustered out.

Attorney General Speed has just made an important decision to the effect that President Lincoln’s amnesty proclamation is no longer in effect – that it ceased when the rebellion ceased, and that the rebels can no longer, avail themselves of its terms.

A smart shock of an earthquake was felt, at St. Louis Monday morning – A shock from the same source was also felt at Springfield, in this State, and at about the same time.

Union City, Tenn., was attacked by guerillas a day or two since, but the attack was repulsed.

The developments in the Conspiracy trial give the details of the Blackburn yellow fever plot. Among the other victims selected was the late President Lincoln, to whom a valise fullof the infected clothing was sent.

The German theater at Detroit was destroyed by fire yesterday. The fire was the work of an incendiary.

It is probable that Breckenridge and Benjamin have escaped into Texas.

It will require sixty million dollars to pay off our armies, and the funds are ready.

The trial of Jeff. Davis will probably take place immediately after the close of the assassination trial.

A dispatch from Richmond announces the arrest of Gen. Lee.

General Sherman was at Cairo on Monday, and left for Memphis.

J. W. Munsen, of Bridgport, Conn., is manufacturing an opera glass, charm and monogram combined, to be presented to Mrs. Lincoln. It is to be richly mounted with gold, pearls, and diamonds. Thirteen diamonds representing the thirteen original, and thirty-six pearls to represent the present number of States. Looking through the lens on one side is to be seen the photograph from life of President Lincoln. On the other side is seen, in the form of a shield, the letters of A. L., over which is a single star. Beneath is an appropriate motto.

A report from Washington says Secretary Stanton intends to resign as soon as the conspiracy trial is closed and the troops mustered out.

The Mexican “emigration” excitement has fallen off very materially within a few days past. It turned out that no money was paid in hand.

One million eight hundred and twenty-five thousand dollars have thus far been subscribed towards paying off the national debt by individual effort.

The telegraph is now open to Memphis, Vicksburg, Mobile, and New Orleans, and private messages are received from and sent to those cities.

The wife of Kirby Smith, who has arrived at the mouth of Red river, explains why her husband held out so long. She says one party threatened to assassinate him is he surrendered, and another to destroy him if he did not. Between the two, Kirby was very uncomfortable.

Cotton is now being brought down the Savannah river from Augusta to Savannah. There are said to be three hundred thousand bales in Georgia.

The troops designed for the Texas campaign will be sent thither, notwithstanding Kirby Smith’s surrender.

Trade and commerce are rapidly reviving at Savannah, Ga., as the result of the removal of trade restrictions.

Cleveland has set a good example to the other cities, by appropriating $6,000 to provide for receiving the returning veterans.


A Bushwhacker Hung at

            Quincy, May 31. – Chas. Barnascony, one of the gang of bushwhackers that robbed Fowler Station a few days since, came into the city yesterday to procure ammunition, and was arrested. He made a full confession, and gave information of the exact whereabouts of the balance of the gang. The Sheriff summoned a posse of citizens; at midnight, with Barnascony for a guide They started for the place, nearly opposite Canton, Mo., which place it was their intention to burn tonight. On arriving at the house where the gang were stopping, they fired, killing one citizen and wounding three others: – The sheriff’s posse returned the fire, wounding and capturing two of them, who, with Riley, were taken to Quincy and lodged in jail.

Later – 11:30 P. M. – Thomas Rose, the leader, has been taken out of jail, by the soldiers, and hung.



To the Physicians.

There will be a meeting of all the physicians of McDonough county, on Wednesday, June 7, 1865, at Macomb, for the purpose of organizing a “McDonough county Medical Association.” All interested are invited to attend. R. D. Hammond, Chairman. Jno. H. Williams, Sec’y.


            → The McDonough county Good Templar Convention will hold a session in this city beginning Thursday, June 8th, and lasting two days. All Templars in good standing are invited.


            → “For the evil effects” of a depraved mind see Marriage notice in last Eagle.


Fast Day.

The National Fast Day was very generally observed in this city. A union service was held at the Cumberland Presbyterian Church – sermon by Rev. Mr. Cleaver. The business houses, with one or two exceptions, were closed.


            → The Eagle man hopes that the editor of this paper may soon get well enough to resume the pen in the “interest of God and humanity.” We hope so too, and if we can do anything with such a specimen of humanity as the Eagle man, we will do more than Bethany College or the Christian Church ever could.



We are glad to learn that our friend, Mr. H. S. Brown, station agent at this place for several years past, has received the appointment of General Freight Agent on the Hannibal & St. Joseph Railroad. Mr. Brown thoroughly understands railroad matters, and he will make the Hannibal road a paying institution. Mr. Brown departs with our good wishes for his future welfare.



Thomas & Danley, the excellent photograph artists, on the south side of the square, have been compelled, owing to their constantly increasing custom, to enlarge their building. They now have plenty of room, and the public appreciate their pictures by going there in crowds to get pictures of themselves. They pride themselves on taking children’s pictures.


The Old Mill.

Clisby & Trull, at the “Old Mill,” have entirely refitted that establishment, having furnished it with a new engine, new bolts, and new gearing throughout. We assure our friends and the citizens generally that they can now get as good flour at this mill as can be made anywhere, and we know that farmers can get a better yield than at a great many of them. Furthermore the proprietors are gentlemen of the first class – accommodating and sociable. They have always lowered the price of flour as fast as the price of wheat would admit. We wish them prosperity in the future as in the past.



C. C. Clarke, at his fruit and vegetable store, on the north side of the square, is in daily receipt of fresh strawberries, – they are very large and nice. He also keeps, and intends keeping all fruits and vegetables in their season.



For sale – a few bushels of the very best Hungarian Grass Seed.

Graham & Brother.


            → Dr. J. H. Williams (son of S. H. Williams, dry goods merchant,) has located himself in this city, for the practice of medicine. He has had an excellent experience, having served in the army as a surgeon, and comes to us with recommendations which insure unbounded confidence in him as a physician. See card.


            → Hawkins & Philpot, photographers, on the south-east corner of the square, over Watkins & Co.’s store, still seems to be the centre of attraction to the picture-admiring public.


            → Watkins & Co. continue to do a heavy business in the grocery line – everything that is fresh and good.



Stafford’s Corn Cultivator – the best riding plow made. Price reduced $10. For sale by Graham & Bro., Macomb.


            → “Richmond Prisoner,” “Starvin Prison,” “Farewell Father, Friend, and Guardian,” are among the new pieces of music just received at Clarke’s bookstore.


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