November 28, 1862
Immense Responsibility of our Army Officers.
“Uneasy lies the head that wears the crown,” has passed into the currency of a proverb. We are forcibly reminded of the vast responsibility that sometimes falls to the lot of an individual in the world’s history, when we see the dazzling eminences on which some of our citizens have been suddenly called to act in the present trying national crisis.
But two short years ago, our Nation slumbered in an undisturbed peace from which it had scarcely been aroused for half a century. The Mexican and Indian wars in that interval were not of sufficient magnitude to involve directly one in a thousand of our people. But how changed the aspect now! Where but a few months since we heard nothing but buzzing spindle, the roaring forge, and the heavy ringing tilt-hammer, in the pursuits of peace, we now hear the sharp ringing rifle, the booming cannon and the tramp of the war horse. The festive throng that so lately met in gay pastimes in our towns and country, or rolled in liveried luxury on our highways, have given place to army reviews, waggon trains, ambulances, artillery carriages, and all the paraphernalia of war. We have sprung at a bound into a great warlike nation.
The men too who but a few months since were so eagerly chasing the phantoms of wealth, elegance and learning, are now as intently urging on their ardent pursuit of preferment and daring in the tented field. Banks and Railroads, city property and farms, ships and steamers have ceased, for a time at least, to engage the untiring energies of the ambitious; and the men who so lately sat in the gateways of commerce are now plunged in the storm of war. Some as heretofore in pursuit of their money gods, some desirous of a name on the page of their country’s history, and some – we trust many – determined to hazzard their “lives, their fortune and sacred honors” for the unity and the perpetuity of the country. Our destinies are in their hands. What hopes, what hazzards and what bedizening responsibilities. The commissary the messenger or the general, who comes too late in an hour of peril hazzards the lives of thousands in the ranks, the tears of as many ten thousands’ at home, and the bright halo of his country’s glory. Oh, for all such leaders now as a Bruce or a Wallace and yet we must risk our precious country’s hopes in the hands of this group of human actors we have now collected together – how momentous the issue!
But high over all do we feel the giddy responsibility of the one who leads this mighty host that now rush into the jaws of the impending conflict. The task is great indeed. Called it may be but a twelve month ago from the peaceful pursuits of commerce or agriculture where the fortune of one individual and family were in peril, he now holds dependent on his skill and valor a quarter million of lives, ten millions of anxious hearts, and all the future glory and happiness of his country. Providence in mercy prevents us from a clear appreciation of so much responsibility, or no good patriot would assume the momentous task. Yet just such positions are now daily entrusted to our generals.
A long repose from war has carried most of our old experienced Generals to their graves, and now we are called in the short space of two years to equip the mightiest army of earth, and to contend with a foe almost as mighty. – Terrible trusts are now necessarily given to men of untried capacity. Each man on the great chess board, in the game no passing before us, is of the utmost significance, and untold ages will feel its influence. We envy not the gallant Burnside his dreaded responsibility. – What strategy he may have to encounter! What traitorous and envious hearts to watch in his own military family! What legions may be massed from the south and west to burst like an avalanche upon him at any moment, none can tell. But “on to Richmond” has been our almost universal cry, and great results are confidently and rightfully expected from so great preparation. He can’t but try. Great men have tried before him, and while he has a wily foe, our enemies are like ourselves, mortal, and the judge of all the earth will bless the right. But our forbearances, our sympathies and our prayers should be enlisted for General Burnside.
En Passant, ILL., Nov. 25.
Mr. Edatur: When little Karl woz a reedin mi corryspondence in the last Journal an had jist got threw Efrumz letter he stopt on a sudden an sed Efrum woz mistaken in sum uv hiz facks, and then he went an got “the old family Bible that laid on the stand” an turned to the 4th chapter uv Genesis, an shode me at the Skripterz don’t sa at the Lord set a Mark awl over Kain fur killin Abel, nor it dont sa at the mark woz black neether, but az fur az we kno the mark woz jist az apt to a bin red or green or enn uther juller az to a bin black. An then he turned to the 7th chapter of Genesis, an shode me at the hole stock uv Kainz family, root an branch, an big an little, an old an young, woz drownded in the Flood, an uv course there kant be nun uv hiz posterity a livin now.
An about Ham, he sed az fur az we kno he woz jist az white az enny uv Noahz other boyz, an it wozent Ham at Noah cussed neether, but won uv hiz boyz named Kaynun, an moren that Karl thinkz there wozent no force about this cuss no moren when enny uther man goze on a spree an getz tu cussin. He sez Noah woz a purty clever old pheller in ginral, but he had sum weak pintz uv karakter, jist like uther folkz. He had bin a Preacher fur abowt three hundred yearz before the flood, but after the flood work handz woz so skeerse at he had tu go tu farmin, an when he got hiz farm started he planted sum grape vinze, an when hiz grape vinze got to bearin he took sum uv the grapze an made a lot uv wine. Now right here woz won of Noahz weak pintz, when he got real good licker he would drink tu much. So when he got hiz wine made it woz so good at he kep a guzzling tel he woz ded drunk, an Mr. Edator I expeck sum uv yore reederz haz bin in the same ginral phix from drinkin the meanest kind uv dimmykrat whisky. Well when Noah begun to git kinder soberd a little, he waked up with a awful bad hedake, an a mity kross temper tu, an thenz when he giv Kaynan that cussin, and the circumstances uv the kase raises a violent presumpshun at it woz the meanest ack Noah ever dun in hiz life. The cuss woz that Kaynan shood be a servant uv servants, bit dident as it woz tu last tel the end uv time, nor even tel the ennd uv Kaynunz life, an az fur az we kno that cuss left Kaynunz children an their posterety perfectly skot free, fur it don’t sa nuthin abowt them neether won wa nor the uther.
When Karl wuz dun givin hiz ideez abowt it he turned to the 9th chapter uv Genesis an read it tu me, and I coodent as a word, fur the Skripterz told it purty much jist the same az he had bin a tellin it. An then az tu what Efrum writ in hiz abowt the Goverment a takin the property uv the rebelz fur supplyin the army, and refusing tu send the runawa niggerz back to their masterz, little Karl sez theze doinz iz just and right in the natur uv thingz, an iz akordin tu the Lawz uv the Land tu, an moren that iz fully justyphyde by the Skripterz, an then the he turned tu the 23d chapter uv Deuteronomy, an read theze wordz “Thou shalt not deliver unto his master the servant which is escaped from his master unto thee” an then he turned tu the 7th chapter uv Ezra, and read theze words “Whosoever will not do the law, let judgement be executed speedily upon him, whether it be unto death, or to banishment, or to confiscation of goods, or to imprisonment.”
Well Mr. Edatur, I’m awful horryfide tu see what a ablishnuss mi faverit little gransun iz, but I kant help it fur hez bin a reedin the Livze an Ritinz uv Washington, an Lafayette, an Franklin, an Hamilton, an Jay, an Patrick Henry, an Thomas Jefferson, an he sez awl uv them old Worthies woz ablishnuss in sentiment, an he aint ashamed tu foller in their trackz practically, an moren that he sez the ablishnuss sentiment iz the spontaneous flow uv the milk uv human kindness from the hartz uv a krischun peeple. – I’m mity fraid when the dimmykratz gitz in offis, an goze to hangin the ablishnuss, they’ll swing up mi good little Karl tu, fur hez got the ablishnuss pizen in him, an whatever he thinks iz right he’ll du it if he dize fur it. He sez hiz motto iz “Let justice be done though the heavens fall.”
P.S. Posekript. Little Karl wantz me tu send yew a lot more uv his Highfalootin, as folloze, for “bein waked up uv a mornin, ah washin hiz handz an face, an eatin hiz breakfast, he sez, “Becoming aroused from a delicious state of somniferous oblivion, and having performed the customary ablution of my digital extremities, I partook of the matutinal repast with an epicurean gusto.”
“Diggin cisterns for rain water” he sez iz, “Excavating subterranean receptacles for that portion of aqueous fluid deposited on the superior surface of human habitations during the frequent recurrence of the phenomena of a general precipitation of diminutive globules of condensed moisture from the aerial regions.”
“A Bad Cold” he sez iz, “A temporary catarrhal obstruction of the nasal communications of the thorax with the extraneous atmosphere.”
“A window” he sez iz, “A rectangular aperture in the lateral surface of an edifice, for the convenient transmission of the luminous emanations of the orb of day, into internal appartments arranged for the permanent occupancy of featherless bipeds.”
“Dancing” he sez iz, “Indulging in an incessantly recurring alternation of the pedal extremities as points of support, in conjunction with curvilinear genuflections, and graceful gyrations of the entire human corpus.”
“Eating bread and butter” he sez iz, “Subsisting an agglomerated mapes, of the comminuted particles, of the farinaceous germs, of a cereal plant, rendered more succeptible of digestion, by the permeation of calorific influences, evolved from the igneous decomposition of carbonaceous substances, and finally lubricated for the precepes of mastication and deglutition, by a liberal application of the oleaginous extract, of the lacteal secretion, of domesticated individuals, of the bovine species, vulgarly designated under the familiar appellation of cows. K.B.
A Secesh Letter.
La Grange, Tenn., Nov. 14.
This is a letter that I captured on Saturday last, 8 miles North of Holly Springs in skirmish with the rebels. He had not signed his name to it.
Lampkin’s Mills, 7 miles of Holly Spring’s road. Robert H. Bonen,
My dear and venerable
old friend: I have long felt an inclination to do myself the pleasure of writing you a few lines in these sort of times when one is isolated from friends among men so dissipated and wreckless, the disposition to be with and converse with old friends who can think, talk and act with some degree of discretion and sense, is very great. Just so now with myself, I am discouraged, sick and worn out, physically, morally and mentally. I need encouragement, I want to know what sensible men are thinking now of our prospects. (Lo, the artillery has appeared now back towards Holly Springs, 4 o’clock.)
If they can see any thing good it would relieve me so much to hear it and how it is. I must confess that the prospects look very gloomy to me, unless it is in the interposition of Divine Providence, and our enemys and billigerents the world over in all times claims his favor and when I look around and see so much ambition selfishness and wickedness, I almost blush to hear such men claim the Lord to be on our side, and from manifestations that I have witnessed I cannot say that my faith has been confirmed in speedy and safe deliverance from that quarter – though I hope I am deceived, and may be too impatient. It seems to me just this way exactly and I tell you because I can do so without fear of censure, though you may differ, I just think we are overpowered. A great many of the delusions with which we started out have become unvailed, and vanquished, such as whipping three to one, I know it takes mighty hard fighting to whip one to one here. Now it seems to me that it would take every available man we can parade to protect our frontier, they have sized our pile and called out several thousand more, who will meet but little resistance in prowlin the southern coast and plundering and desolating the country. This is a dark picture and if it be true well may we exclaim “whither shall we fly!” what shall we do? had we not better ask why. We will just have to console ourselves by reflecting, that somebody has to be whipped and many as good as we are have been whipped and done better than to have all been killed before they would acknowledge it. It is true that if the newspaper accounts of brute force and cruelty which are said to have been practiced be true. It would be humiliating and mortifying in the extreme, but their news against us are equally as horrible, but from good authority we are informed that the general order is to prosecute the war in accordance with civilized usages, and that the accounts are manufactured for the purpose of exasperating the people when not under restraint, our own men do as bad as ever I want to see or read about. But the question is what sort of peace could be obtained. I can say if it was to do over I would not be in favor of it. I would rather have seen slavery emancipated than to see what I now see. Can we get the constitution and Union as it was. If so had we not better accept than carry it on another year or even at the prospective emancipation. How many valuable lives and how many widows and helpless orphans are we willing to see made for our favorite institution, and they turned lose on a desolated and heartless country – other nations have emancipated it and done well, pretend better and many nations have emancipated it and done well, pretend better and many nations have always done without it, and it seems in violation of a great moral law of civilized nations, and my own opinion is that eastern countries have been look forward and now consider the time will if necessary express against us rather than see it permanently established. – Interests alone have restrained them till now. If so we are gone up, and the sooner it is stopped the better, and my opinion is that this thing has been carried far enough. As far as such things are usually carried, and that a bad peace is better than no peace. It is a serious matter. I have thought much about it, and finally conclude that to die for one’s country a soldier, and be tumbled into a hole or left for the buzzards, and never thought of any more except by a helpless and destitute family – does not compensate me, but to whom shall we look for deliverance, our ambitious leaders whose all is invested in the issue? No! They will shove us like cattle into the slaughter, and how long shall we wait until too late; no sir, the people are the ones to take this thing in hand, and enquire and ascertain what our prospects are, if not to get a speady issue, next enquire on what terms peace may be had.
Never perhaps, since we have been a city have our business men enjoyed a more desirable, more healthful trade. Dry goods men, Hardware merchants, Lumber men, Boot and Shoe dealers, all seem to have as much custom as they can wait on, and the pay is cash in hand.
Large quantities of wheat also, at fair prices, were continually being forwarded from this point, until the roads become too deep to haul. The hog crop also, has mostly gone forward at about three dollars per hundred gross. This is surely a healthy trade, and every branch of industry feels its influence. Our mechanics seem all to be employed and we need nothing to render times first-rate in the ordinary understanding of that term, but a little better prices. Nor can we desire this if it be at the expense of ready-pay. Under no circumstances do we want to go back to the old credit system.
We should not omit to notice also, our six public schools, with a patronage of near five hundred children, which are working so noiselessly and smoothly, that we scarce observe them, and yet doing a great work for the present and future welfare of society.
Quite a number of dwellings and other buildings have been erected during the fall, and our city has again assumed a decidedly forward movement.
Returned. – Lieut. Col. Wilson, of the 16th Ill., has returned home. He informes us that the way to Nashville is now clear, all the Regiment has left there and gone South, and that they were remarkably well there being but six in the Hospital some of them being wounded.
→ We are sorry to here that Capt. Rowe of Co. C. was wounded near Nashville, previous to their departure. A musket ball passed through the fleshy part of his leg. He will shortly be able to follow the Regiment.
→ We notice that our yong friends, Twyman and Churchill, has opened a Lumber yard opposite the M.E. church and are getting in a large and varied lot of lumber which cannot fail to suit the most fastidious. We recommend the people generally to give them a share of their patronage and assure them that no more accommodating gentlemen cannot be found. Long may they live and grow in prosperity.
Improvements. – The ambrotype car which has for a long time occupied the ground owned by Messrs. McElrath has been removed to another part of the square. (It would have been a pity to have moved it out in the timber) and its place occupied by a building of more ample dimension and of more antique style of architecture. We notice also that a beautiful structure formerly used as a harness maker shop, (12 feet 1 inch high,) built of splendid pine and weather-boarded, has been moved upon the vacant lot next north of the Randolph House. These improvements are hailed with evident delight as tokens of renewed prosperity (in the building-mover’s business.)
November 29, 1862
Close of the Sixth Volume.
The present number closes the sixth volume of The Macomb Eagle. Our labors in this county have not been without good results, if we may judge from the successively increased majority for the Democratic party during the past six years. We have but little to say of the future – what The Eagle has been, as a family and political newspaper, it will continue to be. We shall stand by the Constitution of our country and maintain that its implicit observance, by officers and by citizens, in war as well as in peace, is the only means by which individual rights can be protected and the establishment of a tyrannical despotism prevented. The times demand, more earnestly than at any previous period of our country’s history, that the people watch with a jealous care the encroachments of those who have never manifested too great a regard for the Constitution, nor been suspected of a sincere love for the Union of our fathers. The coming winter is destined to furnish events of the utmost importance to the country – the struggle for its unity will perhaps succeed, or its failure to be acknowledged, by the advent of spring, and the legislation of the State and the nation, in view of such startling events, will be looked to with the greatest interest. But whether the war shall end in three months or three years, the Democracy have the same great duty devolved upon them, of lifting up the Constitution as the palladium of our liberties, and regarding all men as foes of the country who do not subscribe to the fullest extent of its individual safeguards and governmental conditions. As a journalist we shall, as we heretofore have done, condemn that which in our judgment is wrong, and approve what we believe to be right – clinging to the principles upon which our government is founded, and which are enunciated and sustained by the great Democratic party, which for so many years carried this country on to prosperity and happiness. To the many warm friends who have stood by us, and side by side with whom we have gone through some hot political contests, we return our thanks, and trust that our course in the future will be such as to merit a continuance of their friendship and confidence.
United States Senator.
Last week in mentioning the names of probable candidates for the United States Senate, we expressed the opinion that Judge Higbee was the preference of the people of this county. We have seen no reason to change this opinion. But we have since learned that Judge Higbee is not a candidate, and does not wish his name used in connection with the Senatorship. – With a magnanimity that does him credit, he declines to enter into competition with another distinguished and honorable democrat in this section of the State, the Hon. W. A. Richardson. Gov. Richardson is too well known in this county to need any recommendation from us, and we are sure they will be entirely satisfied with his election to the Senate. There will then be no opposition to Gov. R. among the members from the Military Tract, and we shall look upon his election as a foregone conclusion. No man in the State – at least among the probable aspirants – is more deserving of this mark of regard and confidence.
Increase of Price.
The Chicago newspapers have increased the price of subscription to their daily papers to $10 and their weeklies to $2 a year. This is rendered necessary by the extraordinary rise in the price of paper, and will have to be followed by all the journals in the country. Printing paper has increased in price from 80 to 40 per cent, and there is no assurance that it will not go much higher. As it is only a small quantity can be purchased at a time. It will be seen that publishers will be compelled, in self protection, to raise the price of their papers. They must do this or go down. We shall next week or the week after announce what terms The Eagle will be published next year. We shall only ask a living price, and we feel confident that the Democracy of this county will freely accord it.
→ Victor Hugo has written a book on the poor wretches in Paris, which he calls Les Miserables. He might wright another on the radical politicians in America, and call it More Miserables.
New Music. – We have received from H. M. Higgins, 117 Randolph Street, Chicago, three new pieces of music. These are entitled “Little Mand,” another “Celeno,” No. 7 of the “Seven Star Waltzes,” and the third is “Bully for you, Uncle Abraham,” being eulogistic of the President’s Proclamation. Higgins is the leading music dealer in the West, and can supply any kind of singing book, sheet music, or musical instrument, from a piano down to a fiddle.
Penmanship. – Mr. A. Drew will commence his second course of instruction in penmanship at Campbell’s Hall on Monday, Dec. 2d, teaching one class from 4 ¼ till 5 ½ p.m.; also a second class from 6 ½ toll 8 ¼ p.m. Terms $1 per scholar for ten lessons.
[For the Macomb Eagle.]
Chronicles of Delevan, the Mighty.
Now it came to pass in the days of the reign of Abraham the Sucker, that there was a great war in the land, between the provinces of the north and the south.
And the war waxed exceeding warm, so much so that it even threatened the destruction of the kingdom of Abraham and the kingdom of Jefferson.
And the war was because Abraham had departed from the religion of his fathers and had set up an image of Sambo for the people to worship, instead of the Constitution of the fathers, who were dead.
And Jefferson the rebel asked that his people be let alone, and that they might have their goods and depart in peace.
But Abraham said nay, and his counsellors said they would smite the Jeffersonites hip and thigh, and have no mercy upon their wives and little ones,
Unless they should repent and worship the image of Sambo.
And the Jeffersonites – the people of the land of the South – declared they would not, because it was contrary to the traditions of the fathers when they set up the white man’s government in the wilderness.
And Abraham called forth the horsemen, and the chariots, and those who shoot with great guns, making a sound like unto thunder.
So the war was very grievous and sore, and many of the valiant men fell by means of the craftiness of the rebels.
And it came to pass that Abraham proclaimed a royal decree, saying to the men of the south, unless ye repent and do war against me no more, I take from you your man servants and maid servants, even those purchased with your money.
And the servants shall be turned loose upon your wives and little ones; and in that day ye shall cry, It were better we had not been born.
All this will I do unto you, if ye repent not and worship my god Sambo, by the first day of the month that is called January.
And now it came to pass that in the province of Illinois was a city called Blandin; and beold it was a goodly city, and goodly people dwell therein.
And one Delevan, a mighty man of valor, whose circumference was many cubits, dwelt in the city of Blandin. And he said to himself, I, even I, will go up to the aid of Abraham against the rebels of the south.
And when they shall see me coming with horsemen and slings they will surely flee to their deserts and waste places; and I shall get much of Abraham’s money, the greenness of which I love.
So he went unto Richard, the governor of the province, and said, Let me take men and horse, and scrip in my purse, and go against the traitors to Sambo.
But Richard the governor said, Doth any man speak for thee? For we cannot make thee a captain over fifty unless some man vouch for thy honor.
And Delevan returned to the city of Blandin, being comforted with the spirit.
Now therefore he journeyed all over the city, through its streets and its dark alleys, from the rising of the sun until the going down thereof,
And when it grew dark he looked at his petition, to see who of all the goodly men would speak for him. But lo and behold, there was none, not even one, to do him honor.
Then Delevan, with tears in his eyes like unto frozen chestnuts, pleaded mightily for one man to put his name to the petition.
But the chief men and rulers of the city with one accord said, No, for verily thou hast had offices enough; for did we not make thee master of the post, and at another time overseer of the poor? Now surely we will not sign thy paper.
Now Delevan waxed exceeding wrath, and sware in his anger that he would lift up the light of his countenance upon them no more.
And he girded up his loins and comforted himself with the ointment of corn, and journeyed beyond the river Crooked unto the place that is called Tennessee.
And he sojourned there and prevailed upon one man to sign his petition to Richard the governor.
Wherefore Delevan rejoiced with exceeding great joy, and on the morrow he departed for the city on the plain that is called Springfield, even to the palace of the governor;
And he placed before the governor a bottle of sweet smelling elixir of bourbon, whereof the governor was exceeding fond.
So Richard placed in his hands the great roll of parchment on which was written the names of men of valor of the city of Blandin.
Verily, saith Richard, thou mayest do thy will concerning them.
And Delevan the mighty, being comforted anew by the spirit, returned again to the city of Blandin,
And when he was rested, he took the great roll from its covering of tin, and began to journey over the city.
And it came to pass on the first day that he journeyed from a place called the Arcade, where are sold ointments for sore things, even to the place where the farmers exchange corn in the grain for corn in the extract;
And he did comfort himself at these places, and called upon the men of valor to submit themselves to him, as one having authority.
And thence he went to what is supposed to be the station on the railroad (and it may be the only one ever in the city), and did there take the names of such as it pleased him to enroll.
And about the going down of the sun he became wearied with the great length and labor of his travel, and he returned him to his own home,
Saying, now that I have labored and taken so many strong men’s names, I will have my wages and exact of the governor twenty pieces of greenbacks.
And the rest of the doings of Delevan the mighty, shall they not be recorded by the scribe that is in the midst of the city.