Rest for the Loyal.
We trust that our loyal friends will now sleep more soundly of nights, and not be troubled as much in the future as in the past, by having the Golden Circle on the brain. The president of this celebrated order, now in confinement at Fort Warren, has issued an “order” suspending the operation of he Circle until July, 1870, when a “congress” will assemble at Washington and lay the corner stone of the Saxon University.
Fencing In vs Fencing Out.
The farmers of Livingston county, Illinois, have adopted a plan to abolish the present system of fencing. They require those who keep cattle and other animals to keep them, thereby relieving others of the expense of barricading their yards and fields for protection. This is the only rational mode. Our whole system of fencing is a burden unjustly and absurdly imposed upon the community. The man who raises stock is under the same obligation to protect his neighbor’s crops from their depredations as he is in protecting the persons of his neighbors from the violence of a wild animal, should he fancy to keep one. Obliging a man to fence out his neighbor’s cattle and hogs is wrong in principle. It does not obtain, in any of the older social or neighborly relations, and is one of the miserable relics of an age of feudalism, when the poor dependent, if he cultivated a little ground, was obliged to protect his crops from the roving herds of the lordly proprietor.
Public sentiment needs a little wholesome ventilation upon this subject. Farmers permit themselves to be burdened with building and keeping up fences at an enormous expense, without thought of complaint or protest, when, if they were to reflect upon the matter they would see that the system, as at present practiced, is manifestly unjust. – Fences, to a certain extent, are required, but the onus of fencing devolves upon the owner of stock and not upon the owner of a crop; in other words, the principle should be that of “fencing in,” and not of “fencing out.”
Letter from a Soldier.
We are permitted to take the following extract from a letter a soldier to a friend in this city, dated Alexandria, La., July 6:
We left Memphis the 16th of June an arrived on the 27th. We will probably soon be on our way to Texas. There was quite a mutiny raised on the part of our boys, before leaving Memphis which resulted in the knocking down of several shoulder straps, and raising the devil generally. It was some time before the boys could be induced to go on board the boat, and when they did, they swore they would sink here before she run to Vicksburg; and when they did try it, for a hole was bored in the hull of the boat, and she came very near sinking, so that we were obliged to change boats at Vicksburg. Guards were placed all over the boat to keep the boys from destroying her. The war is over now and I think we should be permitted to return to our homes instead of being sent off to Texas, where there can be no possible use for us. If there was an armed force there in rebellion and our services were required to ‘flax’ them out, we would all go cheerfully and willingly without a murmur; but as it is we cannot see the necessity of taking us there. They will have a ‘jolly time’ with us before they get through, I am thinking. The officers have no control over the boys, whatever; and we do just about as we please. They issue about a dozen orders a day, but they cannot enforce them. There was an order issued when we first came here that “any man found outside of camp without written permission from his regimental commander would have his head shaved and receive 25 lashes on his bare back, well laid on,” & c. You can guess what a commotion that raised in camp. The boys just naturally marched up to the old General and told him that whipping was ‘played out,’ and if he ever tried to carry such an order as that into execution, he would not live 24 hours. There has not been any of it done yet, and there hadn’t better be. Although we have been fighting for the damn nigger we don’t propose to change places with him. – There has been several desertions in our regiment since we came here. – The boys are only waiting to be paid off, when there will be a general stampede. The 2d Illinois cavalry are up to Shrevesport. I haven’t seen George since we came here. We have plenty of roasting ears, peaches, potatoes, &c., and live fine, notwithstanding the “General Orders” against foraging. The weather is pretty considerable warm. I am changing to a beautiful mahogany color from the effects of the sun, and if I could only get my hair to curl I believe I could pass myself off for a pretty good nigger. It would be to my advantage if I could, for a nigger has more privileges than a white man.
Apology. – We owe an apology to our readers for the appearance of the paper this week. We bought paper – as we thought, the usual size but found after it was too late to change, it was too narrow.
Stolen. – Two horses belonging to Mr. S. Jacobs, of Bardolph, were stoen from his stable on Tuesday night, July 25th. One is an iron gray, 4 years old last spring, about 15 1-2 hands high, and feet rather speckled above the hoofs. The other is a bright bay mare about 6 years old, about 15 1-2 hands high, slightly lame in one hind foot when she trots, one fore foot curbed or turned in. Mr. Jacobs offers a reward of $50 for each horse returned, and $25 for the convictions of the thieves.
Sprouted. – We are informed by the farmers of different sections of this county that [?] all the wheat has sprouted. Hay is considerably damaged, but the corn looks fine.
→ Dr. Stephen Ritchey on the West side of the square, and claims to be equal to, if not a little ahead of any other Drug establishment in the city. If there is any thing he does sell cheap, it is paints and oils. He can not be undersold by any Drug dealer in any article belonging to his branch, and beside he always makes it a point to be accommodating, and invariably send you away perfectly satisfied.
Something Good. – If you want to get something good in the way of boots and shoes go to the store of C. M. Ray, on the East side, and you can get a No. 1 article. Mr R. does not claim to sell cheaper than any body else, but he does claim that he has a better made boot than can be found at any house in Macomb.
→ We will commence the publication of the History of the 84th Ill. Vol., August 12th, 1865.
McDonough County Fair.
Every effort is being made by the officers of the society to insure an exhibition worthy the resources of our own and neighboring counties. A great deal depends upon farmers, and others identified with agricultural interests. No one owning good horses or cattle should fail to prepare them to be seen – no matter whether they will all take premiums or not. The man who enters his stock, but takes no prize, contributes as much to the success of a fair as his more fortunate neighbor; and not unfrequently his animals leave the ground the favorites of all but the judges. This estimate by the spectators is even more valuable than the blue ribbon, and should be equally as encouraging to stock owners. Only good and fair men are appointed judges but the very best are by no means infallible. It is a display of peeviseness unworthy a public-spirited man to become offended at an adverse decision, and declare he will not again present his stock. His confidence in the merit of his horse or cow is more sensibly shown by contesting future premiums before other judges. We do hope that petty jealousies, if any exist, will be overcome, and that the farmers will individually determine to make the Fair of 1865 memorable in the annals of McDonough. What better plan could be devised for commemorating the return of peace? The fife and drum have had their day. Let our ears be greeted by the welcome efforts of other years – the tinkle of the shepherd’s bell and the song of the reapers – and we will again be a happy and prosperous people. The producers of a country are its only sources of wealth. Where the mountains of gold, and the valleys of silver, the world would not be one grain of corn the richer. Who, then, will hesitate to lend his aid in promoting the common good by giving increased interest to agricultural pursuits. The more effectual way in our opinion, of doing this, is by properly sustaining our annual Fairs. Let their be no hanging back this fall.
LIFE IN THE ARMY.
Being the Observations and Experiences
of a Private Soldier.
BY J. K. MAGIE.
After the organization of our company, and the appointment of its non-commissioned officers, there was considerable disaffection manifested by some of the men at the appointments. As I stated in my last chapter, I candidly admit that I felt disappointed myself in not being tendered an appointment. I thought, at least, that I had earned that much consideration. My enlistment dated farther back than that of any other man in the company. I had solicited no man’s favor or influence, neither had I sought to defeat any of the aspirants for official honors. I had left a respectable business in which I had shown at least some capacity for business. I had been very successful in obtaining recruits for the company, and when I found that my claims were counted as nought, and that not a single recruit that I had brought to the company had been remembered, I did think that I had not been treated fairly. None of my recruits asked anything for themselves, neither did they ask anything for me; and when it was discovered that there had been a studied discrimination made against me and my men for no just reason, a portion of them avowed their determination to leave the company and be mustered into the service of some other company. This, however, was not determined upon until it was ascertained to a certainty that evil and corrupt motives had influenced the captain in his course. I received positive information that previous to the company leaving Macomb for Quincy he was closeted in this city with certain Democratic officials, scheming and plotting how he might serve himself, and prevent me or any one who enlisted with me from obtaining any official position whatever. I felt hurt that I should thus be made a victim of partisan hate and prejudice. I had enlisted under the full expectation of taking my gun as a private in the ranks, and yielding to another the favor of a non-commissioned office, to which I considered myself justly entitled. I felt that I was deserving praise and credit for all that I had done, and when I discovered that the captain entertained toward me a secret spite or hate, which I could attribute to no other motive than a political prejudice, I thought I was consulting the good of the service by leaving his company and performing my duty in some other company. The Blandinville company lacked the number of men required to muster in, and so I joined this company. In a few days thereafter I was appointed sergeant. This favor was unsolicited and unexpected by me.
I have now given the reasons why I left the company in which I enlisted and joined another. At the time I did this I said nothing. I made no complaint – I said nothing to any person in the least degree calculated to engender strife, create jealousies, or embitter disappointed feelings. My endeavor was to cultivate a good feelings, harmony and concord. I believe I was successful in some degree. I thought that if I should ever see the close of the war I would then have my say, and now I am taking a turn at it.
I suppose it would have been impossible for Capt. Reynolds to have given satisfaction to all his company in the matter of appointments. I fully understand the perplexities and difficulties of all captains in reference to this matter. But it was very discreditable to a man in his position to allow such unworthy motives to control him.
I now leave that subject for others which will doubtless be more congenial to the reader.
On the first day of September we received a visit from Capt. Ewing, United States Mustering officer. On the forenoon of that day he mustered in the 84th regiment, and soon after dinner commenced on the 78th. One company was called out at a time. Capt. Ewing first went along the company and examined the hands and teeth of each man, and if any were found deficient they were rejected, without further ceremony. Then the captain took a position in front of the company, with the roll in his hand, and as he called a name the person was required to run a distance of forty or fifty yards, and if he exhibited any signs of spavin, spring halt, or weakness in the knees, he was set aside. In passing through this ordeal there were only some twelve or fifteen persons in the whole regiment who were rejected.
On Thursday, the 4th day of September, all drill was suspended in the camp in anticipation of a visit from the friends of the soldiers. It was to be a regular pic-nic day. A train was chartered by the people of Macomb, consisting of twenty-two cars, which were crowded full. This train was expected to arrive in Quincy about 10 o’clock, but it did not appear in sight until about 2 o’clock. The delay was occasioned by the train being too heavy for the engine. The large concourse of people which it brought were soon joined by their soldiers friends, and hundreds of little parties scattered out among the shady groves contiguous to the camp where, seated upon the ground, they chatted away a pleasant hour or two, and partook of the dainty tit-bits which had been brought along as a treat to the soldiers.
By six o’clock the locomotive whistle sounded as a signal for return. In due time the train was loaded, and amid cries and cheers it took its departure. It was as slow, however, in returning as it was in coming. It was near morning before it reached Macomb. A heavy rain came up in the night and many were drenched to the skin. Those excursionists will doubtless long remember that soaking night. But how many such nights have soldiers walked their lonely beat as guard between their camp and the enemy.
On the 8th of September that ever welcome gentleman, the paymaster, came around. The entire regiment was paid off on that day, each private receiving the advance pay of thirteen dollars, and each non-commissioned officer the respective months pay to which he was entitled. An advance pay of twenty-five dollars bounty was promised each enlisted man, but that was not paid to the men on this occasion. It was some three months afterward, in the state of Kentucky, before our regiment was paid their advance bounty. I never knew the reason of this delay. The regiments in this state generally received their advance bounty before leaving the state.
While speaking of bounties, I am reminded that when our companies were being raised in Macomb, it was currently reported that a subscription had been circulated among our citizens, and that they had subscribed very liberally toward raising a fund for the benefit of the company. It was stated by authority that two hundred dollars had already been paid in, and so much they were sure of. Whatever became of that subscription paper, or the two hundred dollars, I believe remains still a mystery to the members of that company.
The organization of the regiment was at length completed. The companies were all full, at least up to the minimum, and all the machinery of the regiment set in motion. There were regular hours for drill, for roll-call, for eating, sleeping, & c. The regimental roster, when finished up, stood as follows:
Colonel – Wm. H. Benneson.
Lt. Colonel – Carter Van Vleck.
Major – Wm. L. Broaddus.
Quartermaster – A. V. Humphrey.
Adjutant – George Green.
Surgeon – Thos. M. Jordan.
1st Asst. Surgeon – E. McIntyre.
2d “ “ – Vacant.
Chaplain – Robert Taylor.
Sergeant-Major – C. V. Chandler.
Quartermaster Sergt. – J. P. Burns.
Hospital Steward – D. M. Creel.
Day by day we began to be initiated into the peculiar workings of the military system. Every thing worked smoothly, and harmoniously. Men applied themselves diligently to become expert in the tactics, and all seemed animated by a proper spirit of patriotism, and an earnest desire to do something to crush the wicked and unholy rebellion which afflicted our country. The only thing which seemed to disturb the feelings of the men was the manifestation of that spirit of superiority on the part of the officers – not so much the fault of officers, as the fault of the military system. Here were men who at home were our neighbors, no higher perhaps in public esteem or social position than ourselves, who now were vested with almost supreme powers, and their word was law that must be obeyed. Officer’s could go to and fro – could pass the guard, could be away at night, were not subject to roll call, had superior beds to lie upon, superior food to eat, servants to wait upon them, and very suddenly seemed to have become important personages, while the men, very many of whom at home had graced honorable professions, and had their servants and hired men to serve them, who now were made to feel a sense of inferiority, compared with the great dignity and high privileges which was attached to official positions. With the majority of the officers in the regiment their straps set with ease and grace upon their shoulders, but there were some who were lifted up beyond their natural and proper level. All this grated harshly upon the feelings of the men. – They had been raised and educated upon our broad fertile prairies, where no man called another master, and where above all other places upon the face of the globe, a man could not excite the contempt of his fellow-men quicker than by putting on airs. Some of the officers fully understood and appreciated this wide difference which the system made between them and the men, and seemed to regret that it was so, and manifested every feeling of sympathy and respect for the men that they possibly could, while others prided themselves upon their position, and never felt so good before in all their lives as when exercising the function of their office in giving orders, etc. But upon the whole the men smothered their feelings, ready to do anything for the good of the cause.
[TO BE CONTINUED.]
Letter from Col. Vernon.
Ottumwa, Iowa, July 15, 1865.
Editor Macomb Journal:
Sir: – I received by yesterday’s mail from one of the late officers of 78th Ill. Inf. Vols., on a slip cut from your paper, a communication signed by several members of the 78th Ill. Inf., paroled prisoners at “Camp Butler,” bearing date June 18 1865, in which they enter complaint and express their “supreme contempt” for my actions while in command of the 78th Ill. Were this communication signed only by the person mainly instrumental in getting it up I should treat it with the contempt it deserves, pass it be in silence, but the numbers give to it a show of respectability; so for the benefit I wish to make an explanation and relieve their minds from the error into which they have been led by the base and unprincipled. They say that upon arriving at Springfield, they “wrote to the regiment for their descriptive rolls, and were told that the proper authorities also applied and received for answer “not to be sent,” by order of M. R. Vernon, Lieut. Col. Commanding 78th Ill. Vols., &c. – Now I would say that if they wrote to me for their descriptive rolls only two of their letters were referred to their company commanders. If they wrote to their company commanders, I will say I have no doubt but that their descriptive rolls were made out and forwarded.
If the “proper authorities” ever wrote for their descriptive rolls they wrote to the company commanders and not to the regimental commanders. That they received for answer “not to be sent,” by order of M. R. Vernon, Lieut. Col., &c., is a base fabrication, gotten up by this same craven spirit which heads the complaint. The fact is there is not one of these men whose whereabouts was known, and their company commanders knew where most of them were, but what had sent to him, at least one descriptive roll and often the second one was sent, as every company commander in the regiment can testify. If they did not deserve them it was no fault of mine. I will further state that the rolls and records of the regiment passed out of my possession at Washington, D. C., on the 8th day of June, and that after that date company commanders had no data in their possession from which to make descriptive rolls; but after our arrival at Chicago I made application to the mustering and division officer, in whose charge the records were, and obtained permission for company commanders to make out from the records the descriptive rolls of some six or eight men, paroled prisoners, some of them from Springfield.
Furthermore, I will say that I afforded every facility in my power, and labored to the best of my ability for the final settlement of accounts and the discharge of every member of the regiment, for confirmation of which I refer these men to their company commanders. This explanation will, I trust, convince the unprejudiced that it was through no neglect, wilful or otherwise, on my part that these men were not sooner discharged and paid in full. Towards the close of their communication they say “while under his command we obeyed his orders to the best of our ability.” Had these men consulted their own good sense, and their memory, they would not have been so badly duped, for not one half of these men ever saw the regiment during the time I had command of it, and hence were never subject to my orders. That they should declare an officer whom they had never seen and did not know, as “naturally bigoted and tyrannical,” and that they “obeyed his orders,” they all the while in prison is simply absurd. But it shows they were induced to sign this communication without understanding its import, for they certainly would not knowingly attach their names to what was not true. And that this malignant spirit, whose company was well rid of him when he some how or other got into the hands of the enemy in South Carolina, took this mode to avenge a supposed injury. It is a notorious fact that this same individual during the last six months he was with the regiment kept up a continual discord between his company and his company commander. So great was this that my attention was on several occasions called to it by officers of other companies. And this same person, though the 1st Sergeant of his company, was detailed away from his company on account of his quarrelsome disposition. His malignity was aroused towards me because I did not obtain for him a commission in another company. But I do not wish to pursue this subject farther, my only object in the first place was to make an explanation relative to furnishing the men with their descriptive rolls, and not to combat private opinion.
You will oblige me by giving this publication in your paper.
Respectfully Yours, &c.,
M. R. VERNON.
To the Soldiers of the 14th Army Corps.
Head-Quarters 14th Army Corps,
Washington, D. C., June 15, 1865.
Since he assumed command of the Corps, your General has seen many occasions when he was proud of your endurance, your courage, and your achievements.
If he did not praise you then it was because your labors and triumphs were incomplete. Whilst the enemies of your country still defied you; whilst hardships and dangers were yet to be encountered and overcome, it seemed to him premature to indulge in unnecessary praise of deeds being enacted, or to rest upon laurels already won. But now, when the battle and the march are ended and the victory yours; when many of you are about to return to your homes where the sounds of the hostile cannon – now silenced, let us trust, forever in our land – will soon be forgotten amidst the welcoming plaudits of friends; when the heavy armor of the soldier is being exchanged for the civic wreaths of peace, he deems it a happy occasion to congratulate you upon the part which you have borne in common with your comrades of the armies of the Union in the mighty struggle for the maintenance of the unity and integrity of your country. You will join heartily in the general rejoicing over the grand result, and the termination of the Nation’s peril. – While the country is welcoming her defenders home and their noble deeds are being commemorated, you will ever remember with proud satisfaction that at Chickamauga yours were the invincible battalions with which the unyielding Thomas hurled back the overwhelming foe and saved the day; that at Mission Ridge you helped with your brothers of the Armies of the Cumberland and of the Tennessee, to plant the banners of your country once more on the cloud-clad heights of Chattanooga; that that at Jonesboro your resistless charge decreed the final fate of proud Atlanta; that at Bentonville you for hours defied the frenzied and determined efforts of the rebel hosts to crush [?] the columns of the victorious Sherman. Years hence, in the happy enjoyment of the peace and prosperity of your country, whose preservation your valor on many hard fought fields secured, it will be among your proudest boasts that you fought with Thomas and marched with Sherman from the mountains to the sea; that you toiled and skirmished mid-winter through the swamps of Georgia and the Carolinas; that after years of bloody contest you witnessed the surrender of one of the enemy’s proudest armies, no longer able to withstand your irresistible pursuit.
Now the danger is past and the victory won, many of you turn homeward, let the same generous spirit, the same pure patriotism that prompted your entry into your country’s service be cherished by you, never forgetting that the true soldier is always a good citizen and Christian.
Some remain yet for a time as soldiers. – The same country that first called you needs you further services and retains you. Let your future record be a continuation of the glorious past, and such that as long as a soldier remains of the Fourteenth Corps it shall continue bright and untarnished.
Many of the noblest, bravest, and best who came out with us will not return. We left them on the hills and by the streams of the South, where no voice of mother, sister or wife will ever wake them; where no kind hand will strew flowers upon their graves. But, Soldiers, by us they will never be forgotten. Their heroic deeds and last resting places will often be brought to mind in fond remembrance. Though dead, they will live in the affections of their countrymen and their country’s history. – Whilst passing events are fast changing our past associations, are requiring us to form new ones, let us seek to extend a warm greeting and the hearty hand of congratulation to all who rejoice in our country’s preservation and the return of peace.
By command of Brevet Maj. Gen.
JEF. C. DAVIS.
A. C. McClurg,
Brevet Col. A. A. G., & Chief of Staff.
→ We received a few days since from Corporal G. W. Pritchard, of company H, 113th O. V. I., a list of ten subscribers for the Journal unaccompanied by the cash. We have received letters from some of these subscribers who inform us that they paid to Mr. Pritchard the advance money required according to our terms. Will Mr. Pritchard please communicate with us in reference to this matter.
→ We publish upon our first page a congratulatory order from General Jeff. C. Davis, to the soldiers of the 14th Corps. He talks well.
The 151st Illinois Regiment.
We have received from Lieutenant James L. Cochran, of the 151st Illinois Regiment, a sketch of the organization and history of that regiment, which we will publish next week. The regiment is now located at Kingston, Ga.
We desire to tender our thanks to those friends who have so successfully aided us in extending our circulation. Every mail brings us the names of some new subscribers, and old friends and new friends are daily calling at our office to enter their names upon our books as subscribers. We have it in contemplation to add to our printing establishment a new power press, capable of printing 1,000 impressions per hour. We are rapidly approaching a circulation of fifteen hundred copies weekly, and as soon as we shall have reached that number, we will hesitate no longer, but proceed forthwith to the purchase of such a press. In connection with a new press we should enlarge our paper one column upon each page. It would only require a little exertion on the part of our friends to raise our circulation to the required number. There are portions of our county a little behind in the matter of subscribers, while other portions are doing remarkably well. Prairie City sent us down this week a very respectable list, accompanied with the greenbacks, with the promise of more in a few days. And Prairie City is always up to the mark about election times, and that speaks well for her. Our Bushnell list is also swelling considerably. There is no concealing the fact that this thriving town is bound to go ahead. Of course, we have to give it a thrust once in a while or else they would get our county seat away from us, and that we couldn’t think of.
We would return our especial thanks to our old comrades in the army, for their kind efforts in our behalf. The 98th, 113th and 121st Ohio regiments, have remembered us liberally. Companies G, B, K and E of the old 78th in Adams county, have also been liberal in the matter of subscriptions. We are daily receiving letters from our old soldier friends who have just go to see our paper, and forthwith send us their names. Our old comrades will be doing us a great kindness to either show our paper to such of the old members of “Gen. Mitchell’s incomparable Brigade” as have not seen it, or mention the receipt of the paper to them.
→ The Carthage Copperhead print says that sensible people have laughed immoderately over the “cock and bull yarn” of the Chicago conspiracy. Perhaps they have, but Charley Walsh and other dignitories in the Copperhead party didn’t feel much like laughing when General Sweet’s detectives pounced down upon them last fall and found their cellars full of guns, pistols and ammunition and we remember how the Copperhead party hereabouts wore long faces about that time, and could not raise even a snicker over it. But “sensible people laughed immoderately.”
Every body knows the character of the dog – the more you whip him the more he likes you. As you raise the rod over him he will lick your boots, and manifest every token of love and affection. The Copperhead press of the country is just now playing the dog. When President Lincoln issued his proclamation, calling for 75,000 troops, in April 1861, that proclamation was received with shouts of laughter and derision by the rebel crew at Montgomery, Alabama, who were then engaged in trying to make a new constitution whose chief cornerstone should be human slavery. The Democratic press of the North generally joined in the derision and said all manner of wicked things about the President, and discouraged in every way they could the raising of an army to suppress the rebellion. The Democratic party even held meetings denouncing the war for the Union as inhuman, unjust, and wicked, and said those engaged in it were no better than common murderers. During the first and second years of the war, you would look in vain into a Copperhead newspaper for one kind or entertaining word for the poor soldier. But the tables are now turned. The high toned and chivalrous South, which we were so often told could never be subjugated, are now prostrate at the feet of the nation pleading for mercy. The gallant soldiers of the Union army have upheld the honor of the nation through all its perils and its trials. They have routed and destroyed the rebel army, and while they were doing this they were hissed at by the Copperheads as “hirelings,” “thieves,” and “murderers,” and were told that the war was a failure, and that Lincoln was a tyrant. But O how matters are changed! We can’t now take up a Copperhead paper but it is all sugar and honey with the soldiers. They feel whipped, and are playing dog. They now delight in such phrases in reference to the soldiers as “gallant braves,” “noble heroes,” “honored veterans,” etc. They are enthusiastic upon the subject of raising funds to build monuments to deceased soldiers, forgetting how they refused countenance and support to the families of those same deceased soldiers in the hour of their greatest need. They are now the first to propose publishing a history of the gallant and heroic deeds of the returned regiments, forgetting how in times past they were disposed to belittle every honorable achievement of the Union army, and to turn their triumphs into rebel victories. But these things are not forgotten by the soldier. They are engraven upon the tablet of his memory, and when he hears or reads those endearing and affectionate expressions of regard for the soldiers which now so abound in Copperhead newspapers, he only reflects that they are badly whipped, and are playing dog.
Joseph Smith, Junior.
Mormonism, it appears, is not wholly extinct in this State. “Young Joe Smith,” as he is commonly called by those who know him, is now giving his whole time to gathering up and instructing the scattered sheep of his father’s flock. He still makes his home at Nauvoo. The Carthage Republican says that Young Jo’s pastoral visits now embrace almost all the States of the north-west, – frequently holding forth at St. Louis, where there are two or three churches of Latter Day Saints. It is Mr. Smith’s intention to concentrate his flock at some eligible point in Iowa. There are not over one hundred families of Mormons in Hancock county, – known to be such. Jos. Smith recently received a petition from Utah, signed by a number of thousand Mormons, praying him, as their true spiritual leader, to go to Utah and take the government, civil and religious of the people. He replied that he would do so upon two conditions, viz: That they give their hearty support to the Constitution and laws of the United States, and cease to uphold polygamy. Two others of old Joseph Smith’s sons, residents of Nauvoo, are also engaged in preaching at odd times.
So much has been written and said concerning the treasonable intentions of the democracy at the session of the Chicago national convention, which nominated McClellan, that anything supplementary thereto would seem superfluous. – Carthage Republican.
That’s a fact. You never made a wiser remark in your life.
→ The Copperheads don’t seem to be so much in a hurry about Tylerizing President Johnson since he hung four of the more active members of their party.
Ice Cream Festival. – Olive Branch Lodge, I. O. G. T., will give an Ice Cram Festival at Campbell’s Hall on Tuesday evening, Aug. 1, on the occasion of the anniversary of its organization. Good music in attendance. Admission to the hall, 25 cents.
Mails Leaving Macomb.
Mail for Bruce, Blandinville, LaHarpe, &c., leaves on Mondays, Wednesdays and Saturdays. Closes at 10 A. M.
Mail for Industry, Littleton and Rushville leaves on Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays. Closes at half-past 6 A. M.
Mail for Burnsville, Good Hope, Monmouth &c., leaves on Wednesdays and Saturdays. – Closes at half past 6 A. M.
Mail for Johnson post office every Friday at 1 o’clock, P. M.
Eastern and Western mails by railroad, daily, Sundays excepted. Closes one hour previous to advertised departure of the train.
The Postoffice Department of the United States have adopted a money order system for the transmission of small sums of money, which is the safest and most desirable of any plan yet devised. None but the rightful owner can possibly draw the money on a money order. We have already noticed in this paper that the Macomb Post office has been added to the list of money-order offices. Our postmaster in this city is daily receiving deposits and issuing money orders. Persons desirous of sending money to distant places can find no safer method of transmission. A list of money order offices can be seen at the postoffice.
By an amendment of the post office laws, adopted last Congress, the postage on “Drop Letters,” since the first of July, is but One Cent, instead of two cents, as formerly.
Mr. William Hunter, of Chalmers township, informs us that a tub placed out on Sunday evening last was found on Thursday morning to contain five and a half inches of water.
A cow belonging to the family of Mr. Wood, living not far from the college buildings was run over by the down train on Wednesday evening last and so much injured that it was deemed best to shoot it.
The Quincy Whig.
We noticed the fact a week or two since that this excellent journal had been enlarged and otherwise improved. It contains the latest telegraphic dispatches up to half-past 3 P. M., and can be delivered to subscribers at the Post Office in this city by 7 o’clock or but a few minutes later. This affords the best opportunity for our citizens to obtain the latest news that we know of.
A City Hall.
The matter of a large public Hall in this city has been agitated for some time but still no progress has been made towards its erection. It was thought for a time that we were to have a new Court House, and that a suitable hall could be built in connection with that institution, but that has all collapsed, as our county fathers and city fathers won’t agree. The best plan now is for some person of means to take hold of the matter and put up a large building of two or three stories, leaving the upper story for the hall we so much need. There is still a demand for more store rooms. They bring good rent, and we have no doubt that six or eight thousand dollars invested in such an enterprise as we speak of would bring a profitable return.
Truth is Mighty.
The glory of man is his understanding. – How important then that all should be provided in the Boot and Shoe line. Ray, on the east side of the square, has the largest and most complete assortment in the city, and he is now selling at reduced prices. For Hats and Caps no better place in the city to procure a good article than at Ray’s.
We learn that the census taker has completed his work in this city. We supposed that as soon as he had finished up the census of the city he would have courtesy and magnanimity enough to furnish the two city papers with a report of the result. Being impatient to know how large a city we lived in we despatched a “special reporter” to him with instructions to obtain the figures for publication. Our reporter returned with the information that we could obtain the figures by planking down the greenbacks. Mr. Wilson, the census commissioner, is disposed to make a “good thing out of it.” He informed our reporter that Prairie City paid THREE DOLLARS for the figures on that city, and Bushnell paid TEN DOLLARS, and larger towns were expected to pay in proportion. Wouldn’t it be a good plan for Mr. Wilson to sell those figures on the “family right” principle, putting each person to whom he sells a right under obligations not to tell his neighbor any of this.
George P. Hall, lately of the 78th regiment, and John Provine of the 84th, have gone to Albion, Michigan, for the purpose of attending an excellent school located at that place. – They were good soldiers, and are worthy young men who know how to value learning.
This may verily be called the “wet season.” Our oldest inhabitants tell us that every seventh year the west is deluged with rain, and this is the season to look for it. This part of the great footstool is perfectly saturated. It has rained nearly every day for two weeks. We caught a gleam of sunshine on Tuesday last, and the wind came so fresh from the west and was withal so clear and bracing, that we began to think the moisture had been wrung all out. – But Wednesday morning found the rain descending again in torrents. As we go to press the symptoms of clear weather are discouraging. – The wheat crop in this section is well nigh ruined. The oats and hay crops are badly damaged. Corn is not hurt much as yet, and if the rain holds up it will come out all right.
Sale of Horses, &c.
We notice by an advertisement in the Quincy Whig that a sale of Government property will take place in that city on Sunday, 29th inst., consisting of Horses, Ambulances Blanket’s Carpenter’s Tools, Furniture, &c. Sale to commence at 2 o’clock, P. M.
→ On a hurried trip to Quincy this week we met upon the cars our old friend and fellow-soldier, Harvey Hendricks, formerly of Co. A, 78th Ill., who was severely wounded in his right hand at the battle of Jonesboro on the first day of September last. He informs us that he was by the force of arms and malice aforethought thrust into the Veteran Reserve Corps, much against his will, and was only mustered out two or three weeks since. He now lives near Colmar in this county.
The republican State convention of Iowa, as it is well known, adopted resolutions in favor of negro suffrage, and Stone their candidate for Governor, makes the same issue on the stump and also denounces President Johnson for not coming up to the blackmark. The same is true of the same party in the Vermont State convention. In Ohio they dodged the question; Cox is in fever of negro suffrage and advocates it openly on the stump. More than this, all the republican papers in Illinois, with a possible exception or two, are advocating the same measure. H. Winter Davis at Chicago, on the Fourth, made an elaborate argument in favor of Sambo voting. So also did Denslow, one of the editors of the Chicago Tribune, in a furious speech at Lyons, Iowa, the same day. The republican leaders are determined that this shall be the issue, and are sparing no effort to work their followers down to the notch. Whether this is a white man’s Government or not, is soon to be practically tested. We stand by the restoration policy of the President, and against the negro fanatics.
We see by our exchanges that the people in every county in this State are taking steps toward building a monument to the soldiers. We propose that the people of McDonough shall not be behind those of other counties in this respect. McDonough county stands second to no county in the State in patriotic response to the calls for men. Now let her show herself equally prompt in honoring those to whom honor is due.
With the proper effort we think from $500 to $1000 could be raised in every township in the County. – There is not a man in McDonough County but would give his dollar to such a purpose and many of them their tens. And a noble monument could be erected for from $10,000 to $15,000, which would be a credit to the citizens of the County, and an honorable memento to her gallant sons who have fallen in defense of the Union. Let us hear from the people on the subject. And any way, let something be done, immediately.
→ The Iowa Democracy have published a call for a Democratic State Convention, to be held next month, and invite the participation of all men who are “opposed to negro suffrage and in favor of the restoration policy of President Johnson.” This is a shot in the center, and like the spear of Ithuriel will develop the black devil from the loyal toad that is now “squat by the ear” of the country, seeking to seduce the people from their allegiance to the best interests of the white men of the world. In this sign we shall conquer.
The soldiers of Keokuk held a rousing meeting, on Wednesday night, in which they passed resolutions, unanimously, in condemnation of the negro suffrage and equality doctrine of the republican party. The soldiers fought in this war to perpetuate the liberties and freedom of the white men, and not to elevate the negro to a social and political equality with those from whom Divine Wisdom had eternally separated from them in color, intelligence and moral attributes.
→ Negro suffrage and negro suffering sound very much alike, and they will, alas! be intimately connected in the future; at least until the people come to their senses, and learn to let the poor negro be just what God made him, with out attempting to improve upon the workmanship of the Almighty.
→ The journal says it is glad we published its editorial on the negro suffrage question. We have no doubt it does him good to see his effusions in a respectable paper.
→ The temperance men in Tennessee are a little too fast, next time they had better wait and see what the board does before they run into print with their silly effusions.
→ Farmers who have grass to cut should put their heavy reapers under cover and buy a light single mower. We have three on hand and for sale cheap.
Graham & Bro.
HISTORY OF THE 84TH REGIMENT.
To the Readers of the Eagle.
We are pleased that Lieut. L. A. Simmons has promised to furnish us with a history of the 84th regiment from its organization to its muster-out. Lieut. S. is a good writer and we have no doubt his history will prove highly interesting to our readers. We will commence its publication in a week or two, and in the meantime we trust our friends will use their exertions to give us a good list of subscribers. Let those who want to read the history of this gallant regiment send along their subscriptions immediately. For one year $2,00; six months $1,00.
Statuary. – S. J. Clarke & Co. have just received a fine lot of statuary, consisting of bust of President Lincoln, Washington, Clay, Webster, Greek Slave, Innocent Cupid and Pair of Angels. Also, a splendid lot of steel engravings, lithographs, photographs, both medium and card, which they offer cheap. – Call and see them.
We learn from the officers of the McDonough County Agricultural Society that the time fixed upon for holding the eleventh annual fair of the society, is the 27th, 28th, and 29th days of September next. Premium lists can be had by calling upon the president, Joseph Burton, or at any of the principal business houses in this city. So far as we know every effort has been made to make our next fair a success, and if our citizens, and particularly the business men of Macomb, will put their shoulder to the wheel there will be a display at the fair in September of which McDonough county can justly be proud. The only sound and true argument in favor county fairs is that they tend to get up an honorable strife among farmers and stock raisers, and hence prove a great incentive for them to raise or produce the best of everything. Besides, to those who are selfish enough to care nothing about any interest that does not directly touch ones pocket, if the fair is a success and can be established here on a firm basis, it will be of great advantage to our citizens and our town. Success then say we to the next annual county fair.
Since writing the above we are informed that the citizens of Macomb intend to offer a premium for the best lady equestrian. This is a good move and in the right direction. It will give a new interest to the fair, and tend materially to make it a success. We would urge upon the farmers of McDonough county to take hold of this fair in earnest and bring in their farm products so as to make the occasion one of interest. Let every person lend a helping hand and we will venture that there will not be a better County Fair in the State than the coming fair of McDonough county. By reference to the list of awarding committees it will be seen that they are well qualified for the duties imposed upon them, and we can vouch for them that no partiality will be shown in the awarding of premiums.
Crops. – The wheat and oat crops are about all harvested in this county. The yield will be about an average (if anybody can tell what amount in bushels) of the former, and something more of the latter. The grain is good. Hay will be a good yield in weight, and if there be fair weather for cutting, will add much to the year’s surplus. Corn has been planted in large amount, and the prospect for a heavy crop per acre was never better in the month of July. There is still a large amount of last year’s corn and wheat in the county.
→ Mr. J. T. Webb, on the North side of the square, wishes the farmers and all others interested to bear in mind that he has a large supply of mackerel, white fish, etc., in half barrels, kegs or kits, which he is offering as cheap as any house this side of Chicago. Mr. Webb is also agent for the Champion Corn Sheller, which can be run by hand or by power. One hand with the machine can shell 100 bushels of corn in a day.
Sad Accident. – On Thursday last while the wife of Mr. William Wile, living near Industry, was preparing some boiled milk for her children, one of the children, which had just began to run around, climbed up on a chair and pulled over the can containing the milk, scalding it so bad that it died on Saturday last.
→ Dr. S. Ritchey, at the City Drug Store, has a fine lot of paints and Oils which he is offering at reasonable rates, give him a call.
Accident. – On Saturday last a little child of Mr. John Hall’s fell off the fence and fractured both bones of the forearm in two places. They were set by Dr. McDavitt and the child is now doing as well as could be expected.
Chickens and Garden “Sarss.” – C. C. Clarke, on the north side of the square, wishes the farmers of McDonough county to understand that he wishes to purchase chickens, butter, eggs, potatoes, cucumbers, cabbage, etc., for which he will pay the highest market price in cash.
At Home. – The 16th regiment have been paid off and are now at home. They look fine and hearty after nearly four years service.
That’s Even So. – Watkins & Co. are still selling groceries as cheap as ever. These gentleman are always ready to supply the people with the best of groceries, and queensware. They have mackerel and white fish by the 1-2 barrels, keg, or kit. They have also just received another fresh lot of white lead, oils, etc., to which the attention of farmers and painters are invited.
If the journal man will only publish a few more articles in favor of negro suffrage, we will continue to please him by giving them a circulation.
→ We have been told of a farmer in this count who lost 1,400 bushels of wheat by its getting wet and rotting. The grain was threshed last fall and placed in pens covered and lined with straw. It rotted so bad that not even the hogs would eat it. One-half the value of the wheat would have built the farmer a barn that would have preserved that and many future crops in perfect safety.
LIFE IN THE ARMY
Being the Observations and Experiences
of a Private Soldier.
BY J. K. MAGIE.
In pursuance of a long cherished purpose, and a promise made to many of my fellow-soldiers, I commence this week the first chapter of a history of my observations and experiences in the army. I do not claim that I have seen or experienced more of the excitement and romance of the war than any other soldier who has served his three years; but in a war like the one which has just closed so happily, and which stands without a parallel in the history of the world, there was much to be seen and learned by every soldier, and a plain and simple narrative of the sights and scenes witnessed by him will not be void of interest to the general reader.
While I shall endeavor to record faithfully that which has come under my own personal observation, I do not mean to confine myself merely to a personal narrative, but shall embody in these chapters some history, although rude it may be, of the battles, marches, journeyings, &c., of the regiment and brigade to which I belonged, and I shall not hesitate to criticise freely the conduct of officers and men. I have in the course of my experience as a soldier seen much to praise, and not a little to condemn. The army is a good place to study human nature, and in this particular I have not been an idle student.
In the outset let me devote a paragraph to the reason why I became a soldier and some of the circumstances attending it. I I know that men generally act from interested or selfish motives, and I cannot claim to form an exception to the rule. I do claim, however, that from the commencement of the way my heart and soul was in the work of subduing the rebellion. I was one of the first editors in the State to place at the head of my paper the name of Abraham Lincoln as a candidate for the Presidency. This was done in 1859 while I was editor of the Oquawka Plaindealer. In the ever memorable Presidential campaign of 1860 as editor of the Carthage Transcript, and upon the stump, I advocated the election of that great and good man to the Presidency, and I rejoiced in his election as a triumph of right over wrong, of justice over oppression, and of freedom over slavery. A large number of the political opponents of Mr. Lincoln were profuse in their epithets of “abolitionists” and “disunionist” as applied to the supporters of Mr. Lincoln. Now I always claimed to be in favor of the Union and Constitution, and avowed my willingness to fight, when my services were needed, in their defence. – Upon the call of the President in 1862 for more men I began to think my services were needed, and after mature reflection I resolved to enlist. Knowing that an office in the army was a very good thing for a man’s family I accepted the offer of Capt. Wm. Ervin to raise twenty or twenty-five men for his company in the 84th Ill., and take the place of 1st Lieutenant in that company. I went over into Hancock county, and in about ten days I had the number of men required, but when I brought these men to Macomb I learned that Capt. Ervin’s company was full to repletion – not room for another man. I then told my men the situation of things, and as they were not sworn into the service advised them to do just as they pleased, but as for myself, I was booked for the war, and meant to join the first company that would take me as a humble private into their ranks. I then procured an enlistment blank called in the services of Justice Wyne and took the oath to serve the United States as a soldier for three years or during the war. Fifteen of the men who had signed my enlistment paper followed suite, and agreed to go with whatever company I did. About this time our late lamented fellow-citizen, Col. Carter Van Vleck, came home from Springfield with his commission as Lieut.-Colonel of the 78th Illinois regiment. He was very anxious to have a company in his regiment from Macomb, or at least from the county. It appeared as though Macomb and vicinity had been gleaned thoroughly of men, and that it was not possible to raise another company here. But the war excitement increased, and in three days after Col. Van Vleck’s return from Springfield we had upwards of fifty names upon the roll for a new company from Macomb. It was now about the 12th of August, and the newspapers announced that volunteering would cease after the 15th of August, and preparations for a draft commence. The prospect of filling up the company to the maximum in the three remaining days was not very flattering, but just at this time it was reported that there was about half a company raised at Industry, who would consolidate with another half company and thus form a full company. Communication was opened with them and the consolidation effected.
I and my fifteen comrades joined this company. I had offers at the same time time for a Lieutenancy in two other companies if I would bring my men and join then, but I had a partiality for Col. Van Vleck and for a Macomb company, and I resolved to forgo al aspirations for position and take my musket and perform my duty as a true and faithful soldier of my country.
The first gathering of this company was at Industry on Tuesday, August 19th. – The came together in response to an invitation of the citizens of that place to partake of a dinner and to receive a beautiful flag which had been prepared by the fair young ladies of that place as a present to the company. The day was auspicious, and the occasion drew together quite a large and respectable crowd of people. The members of the Macomb branch of the company accompanied by their families, went down in procession. The Macomb Brass Band, an institution which had an existence in those days, led the procession, and discoursed sweet music. The dinner was prepared in a beautiful grove in the east part of the town, and I remember that it was gotten up in excellent style, and was bountiful in supply and variety. Previous to partaking of the dinner the crowd was entertained with an excellent address from Rev. F. M. Chaffee, and one or two others whose names I do not remember. After dinner the presentation of the flag took place. It was borne to the stand by four young ladies, when the presentation speech was made by Rev. Mr. Platt, and responded to in behalf of the company by my humble self.
I remember to have met on that occasion the smiling faces of least a score who now are numbered with that long list of martyrs whose lives have been sacrificed upon the altar of their country. Their bones now crumble with mother dust; some upon the bloody battle fields of Georgia, and some in shallow graves contiguous to rebel prison yards. Others, broken down by disease or wounds, have died in hospitals and their remains have been consigned to the narrow tomb by strange and unknown hands. But their names will ever be cherished in sacred remembrance by their surviving comrades as heroes who died rather than that our glorious Union should be destroyed.
On the morning of the 26th of August this company left Macomb for Quincy. It then numbered one hundred and nineteen men. It was composed in the main of earnest, honest men – men who realized the sacrifices they were making – realized the magnitude of the contest before them, and the importance of the interests at stake. A majority of them were men of families, and well to do in the world. The company had not elected its officers, preferring to wait until it reached camp before organizing.
At the depot were hundreds of the weeping friends and relatives of the departing heroes. Here could be seen an anxious mother, with streaming eyes, bidding her son probably a last farewell. At another point in the throng would be seen the fond and loving wife hanging with agonizing feelings to the arm of her husband, as though her heart would break to give him up. But the moment of departure drew nigh, the train approached and then came the parting kiss, and the last adieu, and soon these brave and sturdy men were speeding on their way to Quincy where was located the camp of rendezvous.
While this company was being raised another company was organizing in the neighboring town of Blandinville, under Capt. C. R. Hume, designed for the same regiment. This company joined us at the depot and proceeded with us to Quincy. The camp was about a mile and a half from the heart of the city in the northern suburbs, in a beautiful piece of woods, not far from the banks of the Mississippi river. We found at the camp the 84th regiment, which had been raised by Col. L. H. Waters of this city. This regiment had its full complement of men, and had already organized its daily drills and other et ceteras of the military camp. Our first day in camp was occupied in erecting our tents, preparing our eating tables and places for our camp fires, &c.
The next morning we were marched down to the U. S. Hospital to pass inspection defore the examining surgeon of that institution. There were two or three persons in the company who had enlisted under the impulses of a spasmodic inspiration of patriotism, who had within the last twenty-four hours discovered that they were subject to all the ills that flesh is heir to, and had become thoroughly convinced in their own minds that they would never be able to stand the hardships and fatigues of a soldier’s life. When questioned in reference to their ailments it was found that they were suffering from rheumatism, pulmonary consumption, looseness of the bowels, costiveness, prolapses uteri, &c., besides not being very well themselves. These suffering invalids were permitted by the surgeon to rejoin their mammas in order to secure that care which their feeble health so much demanded. I have since learned that their health improved wonderfully under the kind nursing of their tender mammas.
There were, however, some half dozen or more in the company whose spirit of patriotism glowed as brightly as the most zealous, but whose feeble constitutions were so apparent that they were immediately set aside as unfit for soldiers. I remember the sincere feeling of regret which some of these persons manifested at being rejected. Although they were saved hardships, suffering, and most probably death, still they were willing to undergo trials for the good of the noble cause in which they had enlisted. Their hearts were in the right place.
On the second day after our arrival in camp the company proceeded to the election of their commissioned officers. I had been approached by some of the members of the company to know what I would do for them in the way of sergeantships and corporalships provided they gave me their votes for one of the commissioned offices. – My reply invariably to each and all was to vote for the men they thought best qualified to fill those offices – that I was willing enough to receive their votes if they thought I would do for one of their officers, but I would not purchase a vote by the promise of any position to a single individual. Before the election came off I noticed a great deal of wire-working and button-holing, and soon after learned that the matter was all fixed up. There were some who thought that if I were elected captain I would be partial to the little squad of men who had agreed to join their fortunes with mine in the service of the country, and that consequently they would not receive that consideration from me which was their due. – And there were some few in the company who had learned to look upon me as an “abolitionist,” a “black republican editor,” a horrible creature who loved the society of negroes better than of decent white folks. – It was even more than they could stomach to have me in the same company with them.
The election proceeded. There were some dozen or more candidates for the three commissioned offices. The election resulted in the choice of G. W. Reynolds for Captain, Hardin Hovey for 1st Lieutenant, and J. H. McCandless for 2d Lieutenant. I had looked upon the election of Mr. Reynolds as certain, and voted for him myself. My first impression of the man when I first saw him at the dinner at Industry were not favorable, as I thought he lacked energy and intelligence, and then I learned that his political antecedents were not of the highest order, he having a few months previous presided at an anti-war meeting held in Industry. He had grown in my favor in my few days’ acquaintance with him. I was disposed to regard all as sincerely loyal who were willing to brave the perils of the battle-field in upholding the honor and glory of our flag, notwithstanding what might have been their previous partialities or prejudices, and then I discovered that he was a man of more energy and intelligence than a first acquaintance would lead one to suppose. I confess that the election of Hardin Hovey was a surprise to me. I had never heard the name of this man mentioned before it was read from the ballots which had been deposited for him. Hovey was elected by one majority, and the other two candidates by very decisive majorities.
A day or two afterwards Capt. Reynolds was called upon by the Colonel of the regiment to appoint his non-commissioned officers. I was vain enough to suppose that in view of my efforts in behalf of the cause, having expended considerable time and money in recruiting service and having been agent in procuring board, transportation, &c., for the company, that I would be tendered at least a corporalcy, but alas for human expectations! There were not, it seems, half enough offices to go around, and several who had been promised positions were obliged to be left out in the cold. These were more to be commiserated than myself, for I had been promised nothing. I had a nice little arrangement prepared under the expectation of receiving a corporalcy by which I expected to surprise people. Among those from Hancock county, who had enlisted under me as a young man named Duffield, well educated, intelligent, and possessing excellent qualifications for a military officer. He was somewhat posted in the drill exercise, having enlisted in the three month’s service. With this young man I had agreed that whatever office was tendered me to resign in his favor, but we are told that the well laid schemes of mice and men are often interfered with; and we found it so, for I had no office to refuse, and he had none to accept.
→ We have received a communication from Col. M. R. Vernon, late of the 78th regiment, in answer to the card published two weeks since by the paroled prisoners of the 78th, at Camp Butler, but it comes too late for insertion this week. We will publish it next week. Col. Vernon is on a visit to his relatives at Ottumwa, Iowa, and did not see our paper until last week, or he would have given the matter earlier attention.
→ We publish this week the proceedings of the Board of Supervisors held nearly six weeks ago. The clerk of the Board furnishes these proceedings for publication. We do not understand why there should be so much delay in their publication. We would rather publish the proceedings the same week of the meeting of the Board, although it might hurry us a little to do so, than to wait a month or two months afterward.
Our Boys in Blue.
It is noteworthy fact that, taken as a class, there never was a better behaved set of men or boys in any community than are our returned soldiers. As far as we know and have heard in this county there has been no complaint by copperheads or other persons respecting our boys in blue, but on the contrary every body speaks in the highest praise of the good, orderly and steady conduct of these noble men. Even those who were a little wild and fractious before entering the service, have returned sober-minded quiet and peaceful citizens. It was thought by many that the excitement of the war, and the excellent opportunities the soldiers had for cultivating foraging propensities, and the scenes of bloodshed and suffering they were accustomed to look upon, would have a tendency to beget in them a rude and reckless spirit which would manifest itself in deeds of mischievousness and scenes of violence. But all honor to the gallant defenders of our country – they made the best soldiers the world ever saw, and now they return giving promise to make the best citizens of our country.
→ The Bushnell Union Press says it never knew us to be any other than “hard up.” With tears in our eyes we confess it. The birds of the air have their nests, the foxes have their holes, but we are often without a red cent.
→ The Bushnell Union Press editor says he did not go into the army and have a diarrhea every time a battle was to come off. If that’s the state of his bowels in view of a battle it was well enough that he staid at home.
Capt. H. C. Hawkins. – We learn from the Quincy Whig that this gentleman, who was formerly a captain in the 78th Ill., and who was for over a year a prisoner in rebel hands, is about to take up his residence in Missouri, having been appointed by Supt. Mead station agent at LaClede, on the Hannibal & St. Joseph Railroad.
→ A copperhead print in Carthage refers to our paper as an “abolition print,” and says that we have misrepresented “Dr. Finch” of Dallas. We don’t know, nor never heard of Doctor Finch in Dallas, and we are sure we never said any thing in our paper about Doctor Finch or any other Doctor in Dallas.
Arrival of the 16th.
This veteran regiment has at length been mustered out of the service and paid off. – Those members of it living in this vicinity arrived home on the trains here on Tuesday and Wednesday last. They of course received a cordial welcome. Our citizens would have given them a public reception if it had been practicable, but the boys seem to have straggled considerably since their muster out, as every train brings fresh arrivals of them.
School Exhibition at Prairie City.
A correspondent of the Chicago Journal writing from Prairie City, in this county, mentions an interesting school exhibition recently held in the Congregational Church at that place.
The exhibition was composed of two schools, numbering about eighty children in all, who took part in the exercises. The teachers, Misses Emily Lockwood and Mattie Buck, deserve great credit for their perfect success and good taste in selecting and arranging the programme for the evening. The children all did exceedingly well. The exercises consisted of patriotic and other befitting recitations, spicy dialogues of various characters, a carefully written and well read paper, an oration showing a strong and fertile mind.
A very natural and picturesque scene of the ever loyal and once seceded States, the former represented by a large number of little girls, all neatly dressed, wearing blue scarfs and waving little flags, while their young hearts swelled up with joy and their musical tongues sang most patriotically; the latter States were represented by larger girls, rudely dressed, and in no special costume, some wearing glasses, and appearing very old and haggard, all lifting up their voices and most bitterly weeping, and some complaining of sister “Caroline.” In this scene the boots of Sir Old Mother Jeff. were exhibited, despite her crinoline (which was absent.)
Sold Again! – A lady of Carthage was exhibiting a piece of prints which she had purchased in Keokuk, the other day, as a miracle of cheapness and good quality. – She only paid 42 cents per yard for it! It so happened that our friend Dale, under this office, sold to another lady, the same say, a dress pattern of precisely the same prints, both in quality and figure, for 35 cts per yard! – Carthage Republican.
The merchants in this city sell that same kind of prints for 30 cents.
Destruction of Barnum’s Museum. – A fire broke out in Barnum’s Museum in New York on Thursday forenoon of last week which totally destroyed the building and nearly all its valuable contents. But Barnum is not squelched yet. He started agents the next day for Europe after new curiosities, and expects to erect a better museum than ever.
→ As the copperheads seem to have made up their minds that the negroes will presently be their associates in the social circle, it would be no more than fair to pass a law preventing them from associating with the negroes. And the negroes have a right to such a law in self-defense.
Camp 17th U.S.C.T.
Nashville, Tenn., July 10, 1865.
The weather is excessively hot just now. The Rock City apparently is enveloped in a smothering heat, especially the sidewalks around the pay department, where hundreds of soldiers are continually standing, lying or sitting. I have come to the conclusion that it is an easy matter to get into the United States service, but rather a tedious matter to get out of. I would about as soon make a charge upon the rebel works upon a cool day, when the lead was not flying too fast, as to wait the motion of some paymasters.
A soldier here who is mustered out, to get his pay has to go through with about as much formality, as one would to get an interview with Queen Victoria, and not only that, but it must be repeated for several days before the greenbacks will come. – Notwithstanding the tardiness of paymasters the work of mustering out soldiers at this post is progressing finely, and ere long the multitude of soldiers camped in Tennessee will most of them be permitted to join their friends at home. I of course refer to the boys in “blue.” The boys in “black” will probably be retained for some time yet.
The pleasure of remaining in the service would be better appreciated if we could see the paymaster a little more frequently. It is now eleven months since the 17th has been paid. If I had control of the pay department I know things would be different so far as this regiment is concerned, but as I have not I suppose I must bide my time.
I see they have commenced mustering out Major and Brigadier Generals. Major General Milroy arrived here last night on his way home. This looks like the end when the Generals are mustered out. I believe it would be entirely safe to leave this part of the country without a soldier. If I was whipped as the rebels are I am sure I would need no guard to preserve order. – They appear to have gone to work in good earnest to make citizens of themselves, fearing the darkies will become citizens first.
I was pleased to receive a few days since a copy of the Macomb Journal in its new dress. The appearance of the paper would do credit to any community. The editor is a worthy, energetic man, whose fidelity to the Union has been proved by three years hard service in the army. [Thank you, Mac. – Ed.]
I learn that the soldiers and their friends had a fine time at Industry on the 1st inst. Nothing could have given me more pleasure than to have been with them on that occasion.
Will the Journal be so kind as to insert the above that my old comrades in the 78th may know that “Promptly” is not dead, but still lives.”
J. C. M.
→ Rev. Daniel Harris, of the U. P. Church, will preach in the Congregational Church in this place next Sabbath afternoon at 5 o’clock.
Furniture. – We would call the attention of our readers to the advertisement of B. F. Martin & Son, which appears in another column. We have looked through their extensive establishment and find that their stock is extensive, and also large in variety. Their prices compare favorably with similar establishments in the larger cities of the State. Those in want of good, substantial furniture at fair prices, will read their advertisement and govern themselves accordingly.
A Useful Invention. – Out ingenious friend and fellow-citizen Dr. E. A. Floyd has just received a patent for a very simple and useful contrivance to prevent the water in pumps from freezing in cold weather. – Pumps are generally in more favor than any other means of raising water from wells, but the great objection to them has been their tendency to freeze in cold weather. This can now be entirely obviated by the application of Dr. Floyd’s new invention.
→ L. A Simmons, Esq., who has served his three years in the 84th Ill., has resumed the practice of law in this city. See card in another column.
Off for the East. – Lieut. E. Morse, late of the 78th Ill., and for nearly a year and a half a prisoner in rebel prisons, started this week with his family for a visit of two or three months to his aged father who lives in the State of Maine. We wish him a pleasant visit and safe future.
Macomb in Competition with New York, – For comparison see N. Y. quotations of Dry Goods, and then Johnson’s prices. Great closing out sale. Only a few days longer.
Car Burned. – A freight car was burned at Plymouth, on the C. B. & Q. railroad, one day last week. The car contained a large quantity of soldiers’ clothing; all of which proved a total loss.
The County Fair. – The officers of the McDonough County Agricultural Society inform us that the 27th, 28th, 29th days of September next are fixed upon as the most profitable time for holding the annual county fair. Premium lists can be had of the President, Joseph Burton, or at any of the principal places of business in this city. We are all interested in having our County fair be a success, as we are assured it will be. – Then let every citizen of McDonough county lend it his cordial support and patronage.
Macomb Male and Female Academy. – This institution will open on the first Monday in September next, under the superintendence of Mr. Gilbert D. Jackson, an accomplished teacher of several years’ experience. The building is to be refurnished and enclosed with a high board fence to [?] it off from the streets, and a good supply of Maps, Charts, Globes and other useful apparatus suited to the wants of the school is to be obtained. The Musical Department will be under the control of Miss. [?]ttie V. Jackson, with increased facilities for instruction in both vocal and instrumental music.
Side Walks. – We hope that our citizens generally will obey the mandate of our city fathers in relation to rebuilding their sidewalks. Our friend, Joseph Burton, Esq., is putting down, in front of his residence, on north Lafayette street, a substantial sidewalk, being of plank eight inches wide, and one and a half inches thick. Cattle can not break such walks, and therefore they are cheaper in the end.
Good Flour. – If bread is the staff of life, then how important that we select a staff of good material, which is just what Clisby & Trull are prepared to furnish at the City Mill.
→ “Billy, the barber,” is about to remove his shop to the east side of the square, next door to Wetherhold’s dry goods store. He is now engaged preparing the room, [?]ing, papering, &c., and in a few days he expects to be permanently located at the above place. In the meantime he will remain at the store room south-west corner of the square.
The news this week is very meagre.
In accordance with the findings and sentence of the Military Commission, and the approval of the President, David E. Harrold, Lewis Payne, Geo. A. Atzerodt and Mary E. Surratt, were hung at Washington on Friday last.
Gold opened at 140 ½ in N. York Wednesday morning, and at 1 p. m. closed at 141 ½.
The President of the “Knights of the Golden Circle,” in confinement at Fort Warren, has issued an “order” suspending the operations of the Circle until July, 1870, when a “congress” will assemble at Washington and lay the corner-stone of “the Saxon University.” What this means our copperhead friends probably understand.
Jeff. Davis’ health is good. It is reiterated that he is to be tried by Military Commission. He recently received a letter from a rebel soldier, including $15 in “Confederate” currency, with which “to pay his fare to hell!”
The Secretary of the Treasury has determined, in view of the enormous outlays of the Government at present, in paying off the army, etc., that he will pay only twenty-five per cent. of all allowed claims in currency, and issue the rest in certificates of indebtedness.
Seventy pardons to rebels were granted by the President on Tuesday. Applications for pardon continue to pour in.
It is reported that the Government will vigorously protest against the landing of any more French or Austrian troops in Mexico, and take such measures as will eventually result in Maximillian’s withdrawal from the country.
→ Owing to the pressure upon our columns this week we are compelled to lay over until next week, the first chapter of our army experiences. This is perhaps all well enough as we are now receiving every day the names of new subscribers from soldiers belonging to our old brigade who will wish to commence with our first chapter.
Trade in Macomb.
When the 78th regiment was paid off in Chicago the soldiers traded liberally in that city under the impression that then was their opportunity, as in so large a city as Chicago goods must be sold much cheaper than could be obtained in Macomb. A few, however, reserved their money to make their purchases here at home, and we are convinced they saved money in the operation. We were in Hopper’s clothing store a few days since when a returned soldier was pricing some goods there, and he assured us that he would have saved five dollars by purchasing his clothing here. The same may be said of articles in the dry goods line. The wife of one of our soldiers was in Chicago and went out to do some shopping but returned with her money saying, “I can trade to better advantage in Macomb.” Our merchants are all experienced men and make their purchases judiciously, and seem to be willing to sell at but little advance above cost. A farmer living over in Henderson county told us a day or since that he had formerly done his trading at Burlington, Iowa, but that he could save money by coming to Macomb. – It is a fact that cannot be gainsayed that Macomb is getting a large share of the trade for many miles around, and this is owing to the enterprise of her merchants who are better satisfied with large sales and small profits than large profits and small sales.
A Copperhead Coerced.
We learn that some returned soldiers residing about Dallas City, in the neighboring county of Hancock, recently called upon a notorious Copperhead living in Dallas named Finch, and began to question him concerning the manner in which he had upheld the War for the Union during their absence. Finch trembled in his boots, and turned pale, and made divers protestations of sound Union principles. The boys knew he lied, for this Finch was a prominent member of that treasonable organization, the Sons of Liberty, and his name was unearthed and published in connection with the trial of the Chicago conspirators. The boys thought if he was a good Union man he would have no objection to hurrahing for the Union, and swearing never to vote hereafter anything but a first-class Union ticket. Finch hurrahed for the Union in fine style, and swore solemnly that he would never vote another copperhead ticket.
Progression. – The Eagle begins to show wisdom. In its issue of last week it copies entire one of our leading editorials and places it at the head of its editorial columns without comment. This is right. – The readers of that paper have long needed some good, sound and loyal editorial articles, and we are glad to notice this evidence of good taste and sound judgment in that paper. Let the editor continue this course, and the moral constitution of that paper, which has been so badly shattered during the war, will recruit its former vigor and strength.
Benefit of Taking a Newspaper. – While we were stopping in Chicago last month we were at the house of an old New Jersey friend, who is now engaged in a highly profitable manufacturing business, in that city. We observed in his family a copy of the Jerseyman, published at Morristown, N. J., a paper by the way upon which our first experience in type-setting was performed. Our friend remarked that to that paper he owed all he was worth. It was the foundation of his fortune. While living in the State of New Jersey and taking the paper, he noticed an advertisement of a certain farm to rent, which stated the price for which it would be rented. He knew the farm, and knew that the rent was cheap. He made an immediate application, and was just in time to secure it for a term of three years. He made money upon that farm, and thus secured a start in the world. “And now,” says he, “I mean to be a subscriber to that paper as long as I live.”
→ The U. S. Hospital at Quincy is about to be removed to some other point. There are sick and wounded soldiers still arriving but the number in hospital is comparatively small.
Execution. – Thomas Wilson, the bushwhacker, who was found guilty of the shooting of Thomas Trimble, by the Adams county circuit court, is to be executed to-day, Friday. The Quincy Whig says that much sympathy has been excited in behalf of the young man, as he is said to be only seventeen years of age, and strenuous efforts are being made to have his sentence commuted to imprisonment for life.
Arrival of the 16th. – We learn from the Springfield papers that the 16th regiment arrived at Camp Butler last Monday for the purpose of being paid off. This gallant regiment was mustered into the service at Quincy on the 24th of May, 1861, Robert F. Smith Colonel, and left for the field the 11th of June following. They re-enlisted as veterans Dec 23d, 1863.
There are three companies in this regiment from this county and we expect to see them home before the week is out.
Louisville, Ky., July 10, 1865.
Dear Journal: – I write in the midst of a heated term which seems likely to reduce every thing to the consistency of running grease. To strike oil is now no trick at all, as it stands in large drops on every human being, and continually oozes out at the many million holes in the cuticle. The thermometer’s mercury has been loafing around in the vicinity of 00 degrees for several days past. I no longer wonder at the ancients representing Mercury with wings, when he takes such high flights as this.
A large portion of “Sherman’s boys” are still with us, and as for number, are like the catle on a thousand hills,” though they are daily being citizenized by the mustering officers. The whole of the Army of the Tennessee, which comprises the 14th, 15th and 17th Corps, is ordered to be mustered out, by Gen. Logan, who commands it. – And “by St. Paul the work goes bravely on.”
I am sorry to record, as a truthful correspondent, that many of the boys are spending their money very fast. They almost monopolize all the theatres, shows, hacks, and some other institutions of this city. – The Government acted very wisely in only paying them up to the 30th of April, as this will insure them to have some money when they get home. Their camps are crowded every day, with all sorts of peddlers, who drive a brisk trade. I have heard of little girls making as high as $10 per day by selling pies and cakes in the camps. Don’t it seem strange that men who tramped from Atlanta to Washington can not travel about the city without hiring a hack?
A few evenings ago, a soldier belonging to an Illinois regiment committed suicide on the pavement in front of the Louisville Theatre, just before the performance closed. He gave himself a stab, from the effects of which he died in a few minutes.
I have been at the camp of the 16th Illinois twice lately. I suppose the boys will soon be with you. They were paid about two weeks ago. I was very kindly treated by Lieuts. Geo. Ray and Brose Updegraff. They are about two miles east of this city, in a splendid location. I believe two companies are from your place.
Gen. Sherman arrived here on Monday last, and met with a very enthusiastic reception. He was escorted from the boat to the residence of a friend by a brigade of his old army. In the afternoon he was welcomed, at the Court House, in a speech by Hon. Jas. Guthrie, U. S. Senator, elect. – The General responded in a talk of about ten minutes. In the evening a banquet was given to him in the principal hall of the city. The price of a ticket to this supper, (which was so select that the guests were limited to 200) was the very modest sum of $10. The speeches and responses on that occasion leave no room for doubt that the General is fairly booked as a candidate to succeed Andrew Johnson.
The “glorious 4th” was appropriately celebrated here. One of the novelties at the Fair Ground was a speech by Brevet Brigadier General Brisbin, advocating negro suffrage. About 2,000 people were present on those grounds. The colored people had an immense celebration and procession. – They did not stand the extreme heat so well as their white brethren. I believe two died on the pic nic grounds from the effects of heat.
The election occurs in this State in August. We have now in this District three candidates: Gen. L. H. Rosseau, Union without an if; Col. Mundy, highly conservative; and R. H. Mallory, semi-rebel, or Democratic. The contest is about as hot as the weather, with the odds in favor of the first mentioned gentleman.
Another guerrilla will hang here on Tuesday (to-morrow.)
For the Macomb Journal.
A Public Meeting.
A public meeting of citizens and friends of Temperance assembled in the town of Tennessee, McDonough county, and state of Illinois, on the 1st day of July, A. D., 1865, (according to the previous appointment,) to consider the late action of the Board of Supervisors of said county in which they decided by vote that whisky is one of the essentials of life in Tennessee township, in the above mentioned county.
The meeting was called to order, and the object of the meeting stated by a citizen, when Mr. T. J. Caldwell was elected Chairman and E. D. Stevens Secretary.
A committee of five persons was then appointed by the chairman to draft resolutions for the consideration of the meeting.
The committee then withdrew to attend to the business assigned them, and in their absence the audience was entertained with an appropriate address by Colonel T. K. Roach.
The committee then reported the following resolutions, which on motion were considered separately, and after some speeches were unanimously adopted:
Resolved, That it is the sense of this meeting that the position assumed by the Board in said action has been proven most conclusively by all past experience to be erroneous.
- That we feel that the citizens of Tennessee township have, by this act of our Supervisors, been grossly misrepresented before the public.
- That we, the citizens of Tennessee township, hereby call upon the Board of Supervisors to revoke said action, or make satisfactory explanation of the same through the public journals of the county.
- That a copy of the proceedings of this meeting be furnished for publication in the Macomb Journal, and that the Macomb Eagle be requested to copy the same.
E. D. STEVENS, Sec’y.
‒ The 64th Illinois volunteers left Louisville on the 12th for Chicago.
[For the Macomb Journal.]
The Fourth in Macomb.
We have been to the “Fourth” in Macomb, heigh-ho,
What a grand affair, to be sure, it has been!
O, Muse of Ages, your pinions bend low,
While we paint what was there to be tasted and seen.
Of course we’ll say nothing, but leave you to guess,
How, when midnight crept in with the day,
The booming of cannon our slumbers impress,
Bidding the dream spirits up and away.
Or of all the trials attending us through,
Our “rigging up” for the wonderful fray;
Enough, that, betimes, we arrived in full view
Of the lofty domed town where the “big bugs” stay.
And here let me say the strong tug began,
For what, with the pushing and wedging for room,
And the babel of tongues, we deemed that in van
The world had come out the “Fourth in Macomb.”
After roving around for an hour or so,
And still not finding the pleasure we sought,
We fell in with the stream whose fast swelling flow
Inclined to the north, and thus were soon brou’t
To the centre of all the attraction to be –
The crowning sport of the city’s renown!
But whether, for once, was at fault gravely,
May not by the muses at present be shown.
‘Twas the Fair Ground, you know, where the “goodies” dwelt,
And where was to come that flag-headed train,
Hark! sure they are coming, for heart never felt
Such music before, and will not again.
Ah, tip-toe, ye crowds, already on hand,
To catch the first sight of the glorious crew,
Here, here comes the wonderful music band,
Holding forth with a drum and a fife or two.
Next comes – away now wth nonsense, for here
Is something substantial and real, I ween,
God bless the dear flag, and, what are as dear,
The braves, who, to battle for it, have been.
Perhaps ‘twas because of the mist in our eyes
We failed to discover the advertised train,
For, after a few, the distance gave rise
To only some stray groups of women and men.
We had scarce thought over this wide defeat,
When the crier announced ‘No speaker to-day,’
Which was followed by murmurs low and sweet,
So he drove up a “Car” he had pressed in the fray.
This “car” plead “not loaded,” and soon was replaced
By the gay, dashing “Waters” so bright and so cool,
The “Glee-Club” contributed to the wide waste,
And soon all were merry as boys out of school.
But the “goodies,” O pen, pause here in despair,
Else you gain, ‘stead of fame, the adage of old,
Sure many this day had a chance to declare,
“Sour grapes,” – at least so we last night were told.
Thus ended the day – no, not ended quite,
For see, there’s a light streaking up to the sky,
Don’t faint, dear young miss, or they’ll wash off the white,
Tis only a “Rocket,” – kind muses good bye.
H. K. C.
Macomb, July 5, 1865.
→ We are obliged to lay over until next week the new advertisement of A. J. Davis, the enterprising merchant on the east side of the square, in the Randolph block. In the meantime we would say to our readers that Mr. Davis has largely reduced the prices of his goods with a view to close out his stock to make room for the fall and winter trade. We notice that some of his goods are marked at remarkably low prices. Now is an excellent chance to secure bargains.
A Horned Rooster. – A disabled soldier was exhibiting upon our streets on Saturday last a male hen, with a beautiful pair of horns about the size of full grown spurs. It attracted considerable attention, and the learned and scientific men of our city pronounced them genuine horns. A farmer from Blandinville being present explained the theory of horned roosters. He told us that when the chicken was about half grown make a pretty deep incision each side of the comb, and cut out the spurs and insert them in the comb. The wound will soon heal over, and the spur begin to erupt, when a slight incision across the [?] is necessary to let the spur grow out. The removal of the spur to the comb should be done quickly, so that it retain the life principle. Those following these instructions may be able to raise their own horned roosters.
Scarcity of Butter. – This place is without butter. For several days there has been scarcely a pound on sale in the city. We remember when butter was a drug in the market, and sold here at from six to ten cents per pound. Now it will sell readily for from twenty to thirty cents and not a pound to be had.
Got Home. – Mr. Isaac Tunis, of Co. I, 78th Ill. arrived home one day this week. He is still in very poor health. Being without his descriptive roll he was mustered out without receiving pay or bounty, and will have to wait the slow process of a settlement through the Department at Washington.
The New School House. – The work upon our new school house is progressing nicely. The building committee, at the head of which is Alderman Anderson, are indefatigable in their efforts to have the work progress as fast as it consistent with durability and completeness of finish. This building when completed will be an ornament to the city, and an institution which is needed, and we have no doubt will be appreciated.
Runaway Accident. – On Friday last, a Mrs. Blackhurst, residing about ten miles north-west of this city, was returning from a pic nic, and driving a pair of horses belonging to her husband, the horses tool fright and ran away, throwing the whole party, consisting of two women and four children, out of the wagon. Mrs. Blackhurst was severely bruised and wrenched [?] child of Mrs. B. seriously injured in the head. The others escaped with slight contusions or bruises. This same team ran away about two years ago killing a child of Mrs. Blackhurst’s.
The Weather. – During the week past we have had some heavy rain. On Thursday morning the weather was cold enough to make overcoats comfortable.
Fire. – An alarm of fire was raised in the city on Thursday forenoon. It was discovered that the house of Nelson Abbott in the north part of the city was on fire occasioned by a stove pipe coming in contact with the roof. The fire was extinguished with but slight damage.
→ The stocks of goods cost are so small and the demand so large that a material advance has recently taken place, and in any event prices are likely to rule high for a long time to come. Nevertheless, Johnson continues to offer goods at a great decline, which will continue for a few days longer. See advertising column.
→ Capt. Harmon Veatch, of the 78th Ill., residing in Tennessee township, has purchased the residence of William Campbell in the eastern part of the city and will shortly remove his family thither. We welcome him to the enjoyment and comforts of city life.
→ Benj. Gill, one of our fellow-soldiers in the 78th Illinois, has purchased the lot on the south-west corner of Washington and Lafayette streets, and will soon have a blacksmith’s shop in full operation. Ben was Brigade blacksmith for a long time, and a better workman never shod a horse.
The Journal for Negro Suffrage.
The Organ of the Republican party
Opposed to Legislative Restrictions on
the Right of Colored People to
We take the following article in favor of negro suffrage and the right of holding office from the Macomb Journal of June 23. We present it to our readers without comment:
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 bewails 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 [?] citizens. The Eagle man pathetically implores us to answer the question whether we are in “favor of allowing the negro to vote, 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 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 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 the 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, we would say it is none of our business, every one to their own tastes in that matter.
The 4th in Macomb.
The celebration of the anniversary of the nation’s birth day, in this city, was a grand, -er intended to be, affair. Early on the morning of the 4th the people came pouring into town from every direction and by every conveyance, so that by 10 o’clock the public square and sidewalks was a perfect a mass of human beings. While everybody admitted that the number of people in attendance on that day was larger than had ever before assembled in this city, everybody also admitted that it was about the only large thing that was connected with the whole affair. – As all will remember a committee was appointed to select the speaker, and other committees to make the other necessary arrangements. That all may know how well they [fold] account. The committee on speakers could not find a man in Macomb with sufficient brains to entertain the audience, and therefore sent to Quincy and made arrangements to secure the services of a second rate speaker. After this was done they sent to Col. Waters and asked him to make a few remarks at the close of Mr. Prince’s speech. The Colonel informed them that he did not “sing also,” or, in other words, that he did not play second fiddle to Mr. Price, so they concluded to depend entirely upon Mr. P.; but on Monday they received a dispatch from Mr. P., stating to the great relief of the people, that he could not be here, so the committee was left without a speaker; but as there happened to be a temperance lecturer in town that day, he was invited to deliver his oration, and how well he did it can best be told by those who had the patience to listen to it. He labored hard to get off something affecting, but up to the time we left he had “ingloriously” failed in the attempt. At the close of this highly interesting oration, Col. Waters being loudly called for, came forward and addressed the crowd for a few minutes in his usual happy style. Had it not been for the Colonel the whole thing, in the speech line, would have been a miserable failure. – We understand that the committee not being able to find a man of their own political creed with brains sufficient for the occasion, preferred to let it be a failure rather than let the speaker come from the other party. The committee on music announced that a No. 1 band from Quincy would be in attendance and would discourse music that would astonish the natives. But behold the day cometh [fold] appearance. Even. Mr. Dowling’s brass piece failed to come. The dinner was good and nice, what there was of it. A table 700 feet long was set, and after the speaking was over the soldiers was first invited to fill the table. – When they had finished their dinner and left, it was found that the dinner was left too. We are informed that the waiters made diligent search but failed to find even a small basket of bones. The people themselves are to blame for the failure in the dinner line. – They were all requested to bring a basket of something to eat, but this they failed to do, and therefore they failed to get their dinner. We do not believe that one person in ten brought anything to eat, and we are pretty sure that they failed to secure anything in that line.
MR. DOWLING’S DANCE.
Like the celebration, Mr. Dowling’s dance was a failure. They could not get up the excitement. There was a few ladies present and a goodly number of Macomb boys, but not much dancing. The men could not give the price of the tickets and therefore had to content themselves with looking on.
There was no failure in the amount of whiskey, and we believe that nearly everybody laid in a good supply of the critter. The whiskey dealers are entitled to credit for the quality of the whiskey they laid in on this occasion. While it contained a large amount of cursing and an immense sight of noise, we think that the fighting part was left entirely out, there being no fights that we heard of.
There was no accidents that we seen or heard of, except that a number of young ladies got hugged almost to death. We do not believe that we ever saw so much hugging in our lives. Almost every “gal” had a boy’s arm around her neck, to the great horror of a few old maids.
Soldiers Dinner at Industry.
On last Saturday we had the pleasure of attending a dinner given to the returned soldiers by the citizens of Industry. Although the notice was not so extensively circulated as was wished for, yet there was a large attendance of both soldiers and citizens. Everything was conducted in the best of order, and gave complete satisfaction. A table some 250 feet long was spread with all the delicacies and substantials of the season. – The good citizens of Industry seemed o vie with each other as to who would furnish the most for the occasion. At about seven o’clock, the crowd having assembled in the grove just east of Industry, Mr. T. J. Pennington, in a few appropriate remarks, introduced to the assembly the Rev. Mr. Window, of Schuyler, who spoke at considerable (and we think too great) length in reference to the hardships through which the boys had been called to pass, and in review of the causes, which had produced the unhappy struggle. After the close of the speech the soldiers, with their wives, daughters, mothers, sisters and sweethearts, were formed in line under the direction of Capt. Reynolds and Col. L. H. Waters and were immediately marched to the table, when a blessing was asked by the Rev. Mr. McKamy, and the dinner was then served to the soldiers and their company. They all partook heartily of the bountiful repast spread before them. – After the soldiers had finished their dinner, those present who were unprovided for were invited to partake, and after the whole crowd had eaten and was satisfied, there was enough left to feed as many more. After dinner was over the crowd was addressed by Col. Waters for a short time. Mr. W. spoke of the services of the boys in their many hard-fought battles, and closed by paying a high tribute to their bravery and devotion to their country which he said had never failed them under the most trying circumstances. After Col. Waters had finished, Lieut. Simmons was loudly called for and came forward and made a few remarks, but excused himself from making a speech on the occasion. After the speeches the people quietly dispersed to their homes expressing themselves highly pleased with the whole affair. Too much praise cannot be given the citizens of Industry for the interest they took in this affair. They seemed determined to leave nothing undone that would render the occasion both pleasing and profitable. All honor to the generous hearted citizens of Industry.
→ Watkins & Co. are still in receipt of fresh goods. They are always ahead in their line, and sell their goods cheaper than any other house in Macomb. Give them a call and be convinced for yourself.
Social Concert. – Dr. L. M. Purple will give one of his Social Entertainments at Campbell’s Hall this (Friday) evening, consisting of Duetts, Historical, Descriptive, and Sentimental songs and ballads. The Dr. is a fine singer, a good musician, and our citizens will be amply repaid in attending. It is far superior to anything that has been here this season.
→ Mr. Fox, of the Rushville Times, called on us on Tuesday. Mr. Fox represents everything as “lovely” in old Schuyler. Mr. F. is one of the best editors in the state, and the people of Schuyler will rue the day if they fail to extend to him a liberal support.
→ Hawkins & Philpot are still putting up the finest photographs that we have ever seen. These gentlemen thoroughly understand their business and cannot, therefore, fail to please.
Returned. – Mr. L. Stocker has returned from his visit to the “Old Country.” He represents an immense emigration from Germany to this country is taking place. Mr. S. returns perfectly satisfied with his visit. He brought with him some of the nicest Mershaum pipes that we have ever seen. Those who make a practice of smoking should go to Stocker’s and get them a nice pipe.
Who Would Have Thought It. – Our friend John Stewart has rented the room in the Randolph House, formerly occupied by Mr. Peoples and has opened a first class saloon. He wishes the ladies that want Lemonade to know that by going to the parlor’s of the Randolph House, they can be accommodated.
→ Mr. French has sold his interest in the livery stable of Haggerty & French to Mr. J. T. Haggerty, and Mr. H. has associated with him in the Livery business Mr. J. W. McIntosh.
→ “How sweet how heavenly is the sight” to see a lady with one of those superb breast pins or ear drops on, such as can be procured at J. H. Wilson’s jewelry store on the North Side of the Square.
Retired. – Our friend Mr. T. S. Clarke has retired from the Journal and is succeeded by the former publisher, Mr. James K. Magie. Our best wishes go with Mr. Clarke and we trust that in whatever he undertakes he may prosper abundantly. Mr. Magie has purchased new type for his paper, and it now looks as neat as a new pin. We wish Mr. Magie success in every thing but his politics.
→ The Journal wants to know why the Board of Supervisors appointed Mr. Wilson to take the census of this county, in place of a wounded soldier. We do not know, but suppose that the Board had heard that the editor of the Journal had refused promotion in the army, and concluded that no other soldier in county would wish to be behind him in devotion to his country.
Down Go the Prices. – By referring to our advertising columns it will be seen that Luther Johnson has marked down the prices of his goods. Mr. Johnson intends to bring on, this fall, the largest stock that has ever been brought to this place, and is determined to sell his present stock without reference to what they cost. So go to Johnsons if you want to get the best of bargains.
A number of our citizens went to Bushnell on the evening of the 4th to attend a dance, but they were informed that they were not good looking and could not come in. So after wandering around for a while they hired a man to bring them home.
Bible Society Meeting.
The anniversary of the McDonough County Bible Society, will be held in this place in the M. E. Church, on Sunday July 9th, at 3 p. m. It is hoped that this will be a meeting of great interest and all are most cordially invited to attend. Addresses will be made by the ministers of this place and by the Co. agent.
G. W. BAILEY, Sec.
Dr. E. B. Hamill.
We clip the following notice of Dr. E. B. Hamill from the Pekin Republican, a paper edited by a gentleman formerly a resident of Pennsylvania. We call the attention of our readers to what he says of the Doctor:
Dr. E. B. Hamill. – We notice by a circular that our old friend, Dr. E. B. Hamill, an experienced and accomplished dentist, has located in Macomb, in this state, for the purpose of practicing his profession. We are glad to welcome him to the great west, and we can assure the people of McDonough county that they will act wisely by extending to him an encouragement that will enable him to make Macomb his permanent home. We knew Dr. Hamill in the east, and in saying that in his profession he has no superior, we simply say what we know, and express the prevailing opinion of the people where he came from. We wish him success in his new home which he knows so well how to earn.
Temperance in Macomb.
In order that the people may see the benefit of license and the influence exerted by the temperance men of this city and county against the use of beer, liquor, etc. we will give the number of kegs of beer drank in this city on the 4th.
No of 1-4 barrels of beer – 68.
Besides this, there was $674 worth of other drinks sold on the same day.
The Journal man wishes to know why we did not turn out and raise a shout of welcome to the 78th. Simply because we were so busy contemplating the character of the editor whose patriotism was so great that he refused all offers of promotion in the army.
To Correspondents. – The verses entitles “Fourth in Macomb,” will appear next week.
Thanks to friend George, of Quincy, for his kindly epistle and a good healthy greenback.
Our Tennessee correspondent “B” should send his name if he desires his communication to appear in the Journal.
The Fourth in Macomb.
A large crowd greeted us on the fourth in this city. The people began to arrive pretty early in the morning, and the crowd increased until the middle of the day. The multitude came cheerful, buoyant, hopeful, animated by a proper spirit of loyalty and patriotism, expecting to celebrate the day in an agreeable manner, and worthy of the great occasion. But we cannot conceal the fact that the people were disappointed. – There was a failure in almost the entire programme. The ringing of the bells in the morning was a bungled affair, there being no harmony, and the time of the ringing at least half an hour too soon. The procession was a fizzle; the band which was announced to be here from Quincy was not forthcoming. Col. Prince, the orator of the day was invisible, and his absence not accounted for. The dinner gave out before half the crowd could even get a sight at the table. There was no fireworks in the evening, the usual accompaniment of a good old-fashioned celebration, and no amusement of any character provided.
And why this failure? We are unable to give a distinctive answer. Why Col. Prince was not here we are unable to say. He announced by telegraph at the last moment that he could not come. In regard to the band, we don’t know who is responsible for the failure. But a large share of the blame for incompleteness of arrangements must be laid at the door of the several committees. The fact is the matter was left in a great degree to run itself. The programme of arrangements agreed upon by the executive committee was well enough, but there was no organization in detail. The returned soldiers were willing enough to march in procession, but there appeared to be no head to the affair, no point to rally upon, no commanding officer. Just so with the several organizations, professions, &c. Lieut. Simmons, the marshal of the day, was efficient enough, but it was his business to conduct the procession to the fair grounds, and not to form it, or to gather it up from the four quarters of the city.
At the fair grounds, we were favored with speeches by L. C. Carr, from Alton, and Col. L. H. Waters, of this city. We had some pretty good singing by the Glee Club. The little two-pounder made a loud report, and the pistols and fire-crackers of the little boys likewise.
There was a grand display of “Fantasticals” on horseback. They paraded through the streets, creating much amusement by their grotesque appearance, and disappeared from whence they came, nobody knows where.
The Journal wants to know why the Board of Supervisors appointed Mr. Wilson to take the census of the county, in place of a wounded soldier. We do not know, but suppose that the Board had heard that the editor of the Journal had refused promotion in the army, and concluded that no other solder in the county would wish to be behind him in devotion to his country. – Macomb Eagle.
Not quite so fast, Mr. Eagle. When and where did we ever make the inquiry “why the Board of Supervisors appointed Mr. Wilson to take a census of this county, in place of a wounded soldier.” We have no need to make the inquiry. If the Board had appointed a wounded soldier to that position we should then have been surprised, and should probably have made inquiry to such strange conduct. Soldiers don’t expect such favors from copperheads, and they are not disappointed in never getting them.
But that allusion to the editor of the Journal having refused promotion in the army is a heavy compliment to our patriotism which we duly appreciate. We know of a hundred others in the same fix, and they all feelingly sympathize with that renowned gentleman whose name was John, and who, as history informs us, magnanimously refused to eat his supper.
→ The Quincy Wig appears this week in an enlarged form. We are glad to notice this evidence of prosperity. We are under many obligations to the publishers for favors received.
More Houses Wanted.
It is an undeniable fact that this city, located as it is in the centre of a large and populous county, in one of the best agricultural districts in the State, and in an excellent coal region, is bound to grow in business, wealth and population. There has been a large increase in business and population during the past two or three years, but this increase might have been more than doubled if there had been dwelling houses enough in the place to accommodate all desiring to locate. Scores of persons during the present season have travelled over the entire city hunting for houses or rooms to rent, and have been obliged to go elsewhere for want of accomodations. This should not be. We certainly have capital enough and labor can be obtained to build a hundred houses before the year expires, and we have doubt that this number would all find occupants as soon as completed. We think our business men and capitalists are making a great mistake in not turning their attention to this matter. Rents are high and an investment in a few tenant houses would not only pay a good interest but would enhance the business and property of the city.
→ Man in an imitative animal, and so are editors sometimes. We have been reading the “Bushnell Union Press,” and we like its style. The editor has several “fortes,” not warlike forts, far from it, but those kind of “fortes” that Artemus Ward writes about. One of his fo- rtes is “locals.” Locals is his best holt. The following is a sample:
– A kitten in the family of Mrs. Smith met with a severe accident last Saturday afternoon, at half-past three o’clock. It was running around after its own tail, and in its antics dislocated the right hind leg.
– Mr. Jim Dashaway, Esq., came very near getting his neck broken last week. He jumped out of a wagon all right, but if his foot had caught it might have broken his neck. He is now convalescent.
– Bill Swipes’ female dog has got pups. She was confined early Sunday morning.
– Tom Snob is home again. He went out to see his cousin in the country, living half a mile from the public square in Bushnell.
– Old mother Flanigan has got a new pipe and a new bonnet. They improve her looks wonderfully.
→ Our “boys in blue,” after rusticating for a few days, are generally pulling off their coats and getting to work again. We notice that Jacob Faber, of Co. I, 78th Ills. is now driving Tinsley’s splendid mill team in the delivery of flour about the city. Mr. T. has shown wisdom in the selection of Jacob for that position, as he is faithful, affable and obliging. We met John Pembroke of the same company the other night with his valise and carpet bag hastening to the depot. He told us he had secured a very eligible situation in a grain warehouse in Chicago. One of our old comrades in Co. C told us a day or two since that he saw Capt. Blandin, of Blandinsville, that day with his sleeves rolled up and plowing corn. The Captain, instead of a government mule, was driving a fine looking cavalry horse, and instead of the old-fashioned way of “haw, gee,” &c., he gave his orders to the horse in true military style – “file right – file left – right-about, march,” &c.
The Journal man wishes to know why we did not turn out and raise a shout of welcome to the 78th. Simply because we were so busy contemplating the character of the editor whose patriotism was so great that he refused all offers of promotion in the army. – Macomb Eagle.
Reason enough. You stand excused. – We don’t wonder that any man who was scared off to Idaho by the draft should be overwhelmed with surprise at the patriotism of any man.
A Statement of Facts.
We have received the following communication through the mail with the request to publish the same. It would appear that there is something wrong somewhere. The language bears rather hard on Col. Vernon, but if injustice done that officer we will cheerfully publish any correction or explanation of facts from him:
Camp Butler, Ill.
June 18, 1865.
Editor Journal. – We the undersigned members of the 78th Ill. Inf., paroled prisoners, now at Camp Butler, Ill., respectfully request you to publish the following statement of facts.
After being furloughed home, we were ordered to Springfield to be mustered out. Upon arriving here we were told that as soon as our descriptive rolls could be sent from the regiment we would be discharged. We immediately wrote to the regiment and were told that the proper authorities also applied and received for an answer “not to be sent, by order of Lieut. Col. M. R. Vernon, comd’g 78th Ill. Inf. Vol., 2d Brig. 2d Div. 14th A. C., Army of Georgia.”
We have now been here nearly a month, (and it is anything but an agreeable place,) merely because M. R. Vernon, Lieut. Col. com’g 78th Ill. Inf., did not see proper to allow our descriptive rolls to be sent.
The consequence is we now have to be mustered out on partial descriptive rolls, getting but three month’s pay when there is from ten to twenty month’s pay due us. We hereby desire to express our supreme contempt of Lieut. Col. Vernon’s actions in this case, as in many others in which he exhibited his naturally bigoted and tyrannical disposition. While under his command we obeyed his orders to the best of our ability. This last is only one of his many contemptible acts, and it is the occasion and not the cause of the above statement.
|Thos. M. Scott, Co. H.||Wm. H. Duffield, Co. C.|
|Wm. Hetrick, “ “||Wm. Wells, “ D.|
|Sidney J. Botts, “ D.||Eli Matthews, “ “|
|Elias H. Wilson, “ C.||A. W. Howell, “ F.|
|John Robinson, “ F.||O. P. Sewell, “ H.|
|Harvey Ricketts, “ I.||W. A. Wilhelm, “ I.|
|Freeman Cary, “ D.||Wm. H. Worley, “ C.|
|John Vandiveer, “ A.||Geo. Hillyer, “ A.|
|W. H. Henderson, F.||H. Asher, “ F.|
|W. R. Reed, “ I.||T. Anstine, “ I.|
|J. O. Smith, “ I.||J. Mayfield, “ I.|
|John Simms, “ I.||Henry Steltsman, “ F.|
Employ the Soldiers. – The following from an exchange is decidedly sensible. – Employ the soldiers. Give them something to do. See that they have the means of earning an honest livelihood. Search them out. Ascertain what were their occupations before the war, and what style of employment they would prefer now. Advise them to begin labor as citizens at once. Show them how handy their little stock of money will be, if saved for a rainy day. Show yourself the friend of those who have done so much for you. Those returned veterans are conducting themselves nobly. They are winning golden opinions all over the State. It only remains for them to maintain this high reputation. To do this they must have employment. See that they obtain it.
“When a superior race like ours,” said one of the chivalry to a “modest” looking Federal soldier, “comes in contact with an inferior race like the negroes, what do you think will be the result?” “Mulattoes,” was the ready answer of the Yank.
The Price of Beef. – When gold went up, the price of beef went up, and when gold came down beef remained at the top-notch figures, and it still remains there and refuses to come down. There is a movement on foot in New York and other places to compel the butchers and speculators to lower the price of meats. Private Miles O’Reilly contributes some verses on the subject. We copy one of three stanzas:
“Pass the word along the line,
Let the butchers come to grief!
When we breakfast, sup or dine,
Let us shun the sight of beef!
Let it be as flesh of swine
Unto Israel’s strict believers;
And, til present rates decline,
Let us all be Anti-beefers!”
An examination of the files will develop the fact that the journals who plead the strongest for the hanging of old John Brown five years ago, are now the most anxious that Jeff. Davis and his confreres should escape the same end. Why is it?
Behind Time. – We are this week a few hours behind our regular time for going to press. This is owing in part to the all glorious Fourth, and other matters too numerous to mention. We wish, however, to say to our readers that punctuality is a virtue that we admire and endeavor to practice, and henceforth our subscribers in this city can rely on being served early on Friday morning, and those receiving by mail may always look for their paper in the mail leaving this city on that day.
→ S. J. Clarke & Co. are just in receipt of a large invoice of China Vases which they will dispose of cheap. Also a thousand and one notions to which they invite attention. Give them a call.
A Splendid Colt. – Mr. C. J. Moore, living in Scotland township, about seven miles from the city, is the owner of one of the finest colts ever raised in this State. – This animal named young Diligence, was one year old last Monday, and weighed on that day nine hundred and thirty pounds. – He is a beautiful bay, of the Norman and Count Piper stock, and gives promise of being a very fast traveller. Mr. M. having a surplus of fine horses on hand, will sell young Diligence, and whoever secures ownership of him will be prouder of the animal than he could possibly be of the greenbacks that will buy him.
→ There were several horses injured in this city on the Fourth by the heat and hard driving, and we learn that some three or four died in consequence.
Accident. – We learn that Mrs. Westfall, the mother of Dr. Westfall of this city, living about three miles north-east of this city, broke her arm on Sunday morning last. She was run over by an unruly calf, and falling met with the accident.
→ Mr. L. Stocker, a time worn resident of this city, has just returned from a visit to Germany, the place of his birth. He gives Macomb the preference over all other spots of ground on God’s green earth. He reports a large emigration from Germany to this country is going out.
→ Johnson has reduced the price of his goods, and announces that for the next thirty days he will sell at closing out prices. Now is an excellent chance for bargains. Mr. J. is making preparations to lay in the most extensive stock of goods for the Fall trade that was ever brought to Macomb.
The PicNic at Industry. – The soldiers turned out in pretty good numbers at the Pic nic in Industry on Saturday last. There was some good speaking on the occasion by Rev. Mr. Window, of Littleton, and Col. Waters and Lieut. Simmons of this city. – There was a bountiful supply of provisions, and of the best quality, and the soldiers did ample justice to the good things. The party separated, citizens and soldiers mutually pleased with the exercises of the day.
Take Notice Ladies. – If you want fancy and toilet articles go to the City Drug Store, and select from the largest stock there on hand. Call for almost any thing you want, and you will be apt to get it, at very reasonable rates.
Howe & Stevens’ family dye colors, and all other kinds of dye stuff in use. He keeps nothing but the best, and guarantees satisfaction.
→ A man named Spaulding, employed in Tinsley’s mill, had two of his fingers so mashed on Thursday as to require amputation. The operation was performed by Dr. Bayne.
→ The 10th and 16th Ill. regiments are to be mustered out forthwith.
The Post Master General has addressed a circular letter to Postmasters requesting them in all the appointments within their gift to give the preference to competent disabled soldiers and sailors.
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.
[Written for the Macomb Journal.]
MRS. SUSAN LITTON,
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.
T. S. CLARKE.
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.
JAS. K. MAGIE.
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.
8th – Masonic Fraternity.
9th – Odd Fellows.
10th – Good Templar Associations.
11th – Sabbath Schools.
12th – Citizens generally.
ORDER OF EXERCISES AT FAIR GROUNDS.
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
COM. OF ARRANGEMENTS.
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.
Captain GEORGE W. BLANDIN.
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:
Captain HARMON VEATCH.
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,
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,
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.
For the Macomb Eagle.
“How are You Shoulder Straps?”
BY A PRIVATE SOLDIER.
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.
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.
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.