Macomb Weekly Journal
Ladies’ Loyal League Christmas Festivity.
Decidedly the best social affair of the season came off on Christmas eve, and Christmas day and night, under the auspices of the Ladies’ Loyal League of Macomb. Notice had been given before hand that such a celebration was designed, but until the affair came off no one seemed to understand that it could last all the time of Christmas eve, and the day and night following: so that if friend Abbott had really intended to get up something for the poor, irrespective of party as he loves to do, there would have been no opportunity.
The design of the fair managers seems to have comprehended mainly the soldiers and soldiers’ families – not forgetting the poor of the city, soldiers in prison, &c., &c.
We could not tell whether it was by consent of the public, or by the energy and enterprise of the ladies having forestalled all the merry minds and merry plans, but they seems to have a clear field both night and day, and had the necessary traps set to catch most of the floating liberality of the public on such occasions.
The festivities opened with a sumptuous supper of choice and well-prepared luxuries on Christmas eve, accompanied with the sale of a large and handsome variety of handiwork, notions and other useful and ornamental articles, nick-nacks, &c., &c., good enough for Chris. King. himself or “any other man,” and abundance of good cheer to boot. The Christmas trees were decorated with great care and taste, and the whole affair reflected high credit on the managers and their assistants. The large Hall occupied for the festive was crowded to its full capacity until late at night; and the fair clerks who attended at the various stands, made free drafts on the pockets of the large assembly. – We can assure the Eagle that notwithstanding its apprehensions to the contrary, there were guests enough and to spare; enough also of good democrats to bear testimony that nothing invidious was ever intended.
On Christmas day, dinner was served to a large crowd constantly coming and going. Both town and country were represented in furnishing and feasting. The old ladies and gentlemen from the country exhibited a commendable sympathy, by their attendance, with the objects had in view.
After dinner an auction was held to close out the articles left on hand at the various stands, and many a curious wight received, in exchange for his well emptied pockets, miscellaneous traps, small clothes, &c. Every body went home feeling the affair a grand success.
The festivities wound up by a cotillion party held by the young folks in the evening, with refreshments by the old folks, where the votaries of the dance held the closing festival of the day.
The total receipts of the occasion reached near seven hundred and fifty dollars; and will nett at least six hundred and fifty dollars.
We are requested to state that vessels left at the hall will be found at the store of C. M. Ray, Esq., and moreover, that a missing silver spoon, marked “W,” may be left at the same place.
“Charity.” – Whoever will cast his eye into the ramifications of society will find, even in this day of our country’s peril, those professed friends of the Union who envy the soldier, the very life of whom is staked upon the maintenance of our Government, the few blessings which the mantle of charity may lavish upon him. We are not one of those who desire to detract the obligation of our people in bestowing a portion of their bounty upon the soldier who is now standing upon the ramparts of the enemy, shielding the flag of our country. God forbid that we should ever so far forget our obligation to humanity – and the country now struggling amid the throes of treason – as to detract from praise-worthy charity in alleviating the suffering of the soldiers in the field – as evinced by the public spirited ladies of Macomb, on Christmas eve, and Christmas day. All honor to the ladies of Macomb, and may they ever remember the brave defenders of freedom and nationality.
No More Bounties to Soldiers. – By authority from Washington, it is announced that no bounty will be allowed volunteers after Tuesday, January 5th, on which day the “wheel will go round.” Those who contemplate volunteering, should not delay, but avail themselves of the very liberal bounty which they will be entitled to by volunteering prior to that time.
– Rock Island county has exceeded its quotas by volunteering, and recently its Board of Supervisors voted to erect a suitable monument whereon is to be inscribed the names of all deceased soldiers in the army of the Union from Rock Island.
Trouble on the Railroad. – The train due here last night on the Quincy & Chicago Railroad came on all right this side of Macomb when they were obliged to dig the snow from a cut, which delayed them some three hours, the wind filling up the cut as fast as the snow was shoveled out. But it was finally cleared and the train came on to this side of Keokuk Junction when it again got off the track, and as it took some little time to get it on again the engineer finding that he had not water enough to carry him through, detached his engine and ran it to Camp Point. Procuring a supply he started back, and when nearing the train finding that he was running at too great a speed he reversed and put on the breaks, but being on a down grade and the track very slippery, the engine could not be stoped and ran into the train but not with sufficient force to do any material damage. The Engineer, Fireman and Conductor jumped from the engine, and they as well as the passengers on the train all escaped injury, and tearing up the platform of the car and breaking the glass in the door was all the damage the train sustained. – [Quincy Whig 26 inst.
Abbott’s Homilies on “Charity and Politics.”
In the last issue of the Eagle is a characteristic article under the above caption, charging upon the Ladies’ Union League, of this place, the most base duplicity and double-dealing. The editor of that saintly sheet asserts that committees of the league visited the houses of democrats under the specious pretense of raising money and provisions for the poor, when they really meant the affair to be a partisan feast, and that the glory of the charity should redound to the Union party. Whereupon this gallant editor grows garrulous, as usual, with dirty words and calls the ladies “Codfish and doughnut Aristocracy” and “Abolitionists,” which, in the Eagle’s vocabulary, means more than horse-thief or burglar. Much ranting is also used to prevent democrats from attending the entertainment, so as to leave the ladies’ charitable efforts to perish on their hands.
Now, I am not one of the getters up of this festival, and to all this blackguardism I have but a few things to say. First, I assert emphatically, that the ladies who made those visits in quest of donations, and all others actively engaged in this enterprise, are known in this community to be of the highest respectability, and to abound in charities to the poor people everywhere as well as to poor soldiers, and need no defense of mine to shield them from the malignity of this vilifier. It is queer, however, that no other democrats should have complained of this deception. A man of any charity would scorn to expose an indiscretion committed under the circumstances, even had one been made. The money was intended for some sufferers here or elsewhere, and they care but little who distributed the trifling sums donated or who got the credit of it.
In the next place, the charge is in the face of the clearest facts, as the ladies published over their official signatures, for weeks together, just what they proposed to do, and just who proposed to do it; and Abbott well knows that this was not done in a corner.
In the third place, the hordes of willing visitors who frequented the hall, notwithstanding this low and scandulous attack, belied all his malignant prophecies, as the hall was crowded for dinner, and crowded sufficiently for the sports of the evening; and there were abundance of visitors to fill the room and eat all the provisions contributed by all the charitable, and more too; and good democrats enough in attendance to testify that no social indecorum was intended under any circumstances.
How Abbott is distressed because a few democratic buiscuits and shillings were, perchance, misdirected from the poor immediately around us, and who are always with us, to the soldier in a distant field in midwinter. Now, when and where, and to what extent, has Mr. Abbott and that particular type of democrats which claim him as a leader ever raised a fund for the poor of the city? Another moralist of this same character once before asked “why was not this ointment sold for three hundred pence and given to the poor?” On an ordinary conscience this duplicity would create great wear and tear.
I heartily approve of your remarks a short time since as to the importance of a wide circulation of a good county paper. I would like to make this the theme for a public address ere this winter shall pass, in order to reach persons that do not see your appeals to them. It is not inappropriate to proceed to a preliminary matter: why are county papers so poorly conducted?
That very few county papers are ably conducted, no one can deny. The greediness with which a city daily is seized by those who do not see one every week, is not because it contains NEWS. If there be no news, the editor of the daily must manufacture or rehash. If he can do no better, he parades in staring capitals – “ALL QUIET ON THE POTOMAC!” But the weekly can always have news, and most persons out of large places would prefer a number of a good weekly printed a hundred miles away to the best daily there is. There are such weeklies; the Amherst (N. H.) Cabinet, the Rutland (Vt.) Herald are examples. It may be that the “Spy” mode Worcester, Mass; but why are examples so few? It is not because the editors are taken from but one branch of mechanical trade. The apprentices to that trade are above the common run of boys, and their apprenticeship is an intellectual training. From the sanctum many of them pass to the Halls of Legislation and other high posts in the service of their country. We have printers enough who can make good editors, but they do not try hard enough. Between the arrival of the last mail and the going “to press,” there should be a few hours of solid, hard work. In that time the edge of the news summary should be honed as keen as a razor’s. Is there any gap in it – any really interesting fact omitted? – Put it in by all means.
Why do not editors try harder? It is because their intercourse is, chiefly with that portion of their patrons who take dailies. These are satisfied if Peter’s peaches, Piper’s pails, and Pepper’s pills are duly noticed. They do not care whether or not a correct history of the war could be compiled from your files alone; neither do they care whether you give them the county news; they get that from other sources. Whether others get it at all or not is nothing to them.
The lack of sources of information is another fault of most county papers. No man can work without tools and a place to keep them. The man who would undertake to run a paper without one hundred dollars worth of maps, gazetteers and other references, in an infamous quack. Quackery, in daily papers, frequently arises from want of time in the proof readers, but too often from the lower grade of proof readers who have not ready knowledge in their heads. Strolling into a printing office in Dover, N. H., when a lad, I found the whole force of the “chapel” posed by a piece of crooked chirography. – They read – “The spider’s most attenuated thread –“ but not a soul of them could make out the rest of that trite quotation. Whether they have made it out to this day, I know not. It was not my place to tell them.
The greatest obstacle to the excellence of a county paper is the presence of a scurrillous rival. The class of readers that like a blackguard paper is large, but it is not a paying class. They known the contestents personally and have the same interest in the fight as in one of two quadruped cats, but they do not pay for the entertainment. Something however depends on the cause. A good cause stands best on its merits – a bad one on its arguments. Personal abuse “cannot but make the judicious grieve.”
With my best wishes for your success in the cause so dear to us both – I am
Very Respectfully, Yours,
$25 FOR VETERANS.
$15 FOR NEW RECRUITS.
The Provost Marshal General directs that hereafter any persons except commissioned officers, who present acceptable recruits to a District Provost Marshal, shall receive the premium of
for each NEW RECRUIT, and
for each VETERAN, the same as regular recruiting agents. Here is a chance for all to help fill the quota of Illinois and SAVE THE STATE FROM A DRAFT! The above bounties of $302 and $402, respectively, will be paid up to the 5th of January and NO longer – after that date $100 ONLY WILL BE PAID RECRUITS.
Lieut. Col. 4th U. S. Cavalry,
Supt. Vol. Rect’g. Service Ills.
Published by order of Col. James Oakes, A. A. Pro. Mar. Gen’l Illinois.
Capt. B. F. WESTLAKE,
Pro. Mar. 9th Dist., Ill.
→ On the first page of to-day’s paper, the date reads – January 1, 1863. This is an error of the compositor, who had as much – holiday in his mind that he neglected several little things. Please bear in mind that is now 1864.
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Something Nice. – Those desiring holiday presents, and a choice variety of gifts for New Year’s day, should not fail to call on our young friend, [?], who will be found on the North side of the square. Drop in and examine his stock.
New Goods. – New Store. – Our friend O. F. Piper, having sold his former stock, is now opening a new and nice assortment of goods in his new brick building on the North East corner of the square. Piper always was a popular merchant, and we feel satisfied he will receive a liberal share of the public patronage. See his advertisement in another column, and call and examine his new goods.
New Application for Hoops. – The little word hoop expresses a great word now a days. It is put to various uses, and it is said to be not only a conscience, but a comfort to the better faction of the human family. Yesterday, its application was not only singular, but amusing. We saw a huge [?] of the cattle kind, in front of Johnson’s store, with a respectably nice set of hoops entangled in her horns. – If she had been “muley,” she could perhaps have got them as far as her neck.
Editor Absent. – The editor of this paper is absent on a tour through the north part of the State. Hope he is having a good time. If you see any wise sayings, witty squibs, or sound editorial in the paper for the next week or two, you can safely say “he is not the [?]” He will often take such trips for the benefit of the Journal. In the meantime, if any person wants to make this office a present of a pair of boots, a hat, or coat or good fat turkey, or a bushel of apples, or anything else, we would suggest that “now is the time.” Fetch ‘em along.
The Newspaper. – In another column of today’s paper we give place to an able and interesting letter on the subject of “County Papers,” which was unavoidably crowded out last week, on account of the publication of the Thanksgiving sermon. Editors are usually slow to take advice, but certainly the “Farmer” gives us a few hints the observance of which we feel sure should redound to the pecuniary advantage of every county paper.
Heavy on the Editor. – Dr. C. W. Roback has certainly a very high regard for temperance editors. Our editor is now absent on business connected with the Good Templar Lodges of the State, of which he has been honored with the position of G. W. C. T.; owing, we suppose to his strictly temperate habits. Since his absence it has been our humble lot to open all letters addressed to the establishment; and judge of our profound astonishment on opening a letter signed “C. W. Roback,” in which it is proposed to send to the editor “a bottle or two of choice brandies.” Ahoy! Just think of it! Roback talking to Mr. Nichols about “choice” brandy! However little our editor may be a judge of “choice brandy,” we desire to say to Dr. Roback, in all candor, that there are those in the Journal office who can’t be humbugged on the brandy question. Send it along, and our opinion of its merits will cost you nothing.
Christmas – Another merry Christmas has come and gone – and with its joyful advent the little folks have enjoyed another visit from their venerable friend, “Santa Claus.” The hoary-headed veteran has been busily engaged the past year supplying himself with all the etceteras necessary for making his young friends glad. Hobby horses, doll babies, pop guns, monkeys, candies and many other trinkets have been lavished upon the little folks. It was indeed a merry Christmas.
On Recruiting Service. – Capt. G. L. Farwell, of the 28th Regt. Ill. Vol. is now in this city on recruiting service. The Captain left the Regiment at Natchez, and reports the boys all in fine spirits. Those who wish to avail themselves of the bounty should call upon the Captain before Tuesday, as after that time no bounties will be given. – Those who wish to enlist under a popular and brave officer should not delay. Delays are dangerous.
Runaway. – On Christmas day, two horses attached to a sleigh became frightened at the exuberance of boys and fire-crackers on the square and ran away, making short and quick turns on the corners. Two ladies were in the sleigh at the time, but we have heard of no one being injured.
New Store and New Goods. – We neglected to state last week, that our enterprising friend, Mr. Jas. F. Wadham, formerly of Princeton, has purchased the stock of goods belonging to Mr. O. F. Piper, and will continue the business at the old stand. Mr. Wadham is a thorough business man, and works upon the principle that a “nimble sixpence is better than a slow shilling.” He is now in receipt of extensive additions to his stock, and those who wish to buy goods cheap should give him a call. See his advertisement in to-day’s paper.
More Snow. – On Sunday night a heavy snow fell in this vicinity, which, together with the snow which had previously fallen, rendered it slow for pedestrians. Monday morning, everything without presented rather a snowy appearance, and the prognostications were quite favorable for a more abundant supply. Mr. N. W. Wind will probably next be on the tapis.
→ Hon. L. W. Ross has placed us under obligations for late public documents.
Another Supper. – The Odd Fellows of this place will have a supper on the evening of the 8th inst. We wish them a jolly time.
Another Runaway. – On Monday night, about half past seven, P. C. Schenck, Liveryman of this city, sent his son in charge of a gay team of horses, which were attached to a large sleigh, to the Depot in waiting for passengers, from the up train. When the train arrived with its flaming light – rattling and clanking of engine and wheels – the “hosses” did not appreciate the lurid aspect of things generally, and they got up and – not exactly “dusted,” for the ground was covered with snow, but they started off on something quicker than “double quick.” They had gone but a short distance, when they became detached from the sleigh, and dragged young Schenck out upon the ground. Finding he could do nothing to check the speed of the animals, he let go, but not without receiving some slight injuries. The horses then seperated, and one of them – a fine animal – dashed upon the Railroad track and fell. The train, which was then in motion, ran upon the horse and killed him instantly. Young Schenck was fortunate in his escape, and the wonder is that no further loss was sustained.
“How are You, New Year?” – Jim Clarke and Charley Whitten, two old rips on the north side of the square, have a large stock of toys on hand for the holidays. Go early is you wish to secure good toys for the children. They also have a large lot of toy books, picture books, comic books, and all the late publications for sale.
Stocking Yarn. – Those in want of this article will find it to their advantage to call immediately at the store of John Venable, on the north side of the square, who has just received direct from the manufacturers a good supply of all kinds, which he offers to furnish to customers at less than Chicago wholesale prices. Give him a call before purchasing elsewhere, as you cannot fail to be benefitted thereby.
The “Regulator.” – Those of our readers who wish to see the new Regulator in full blast, have only to drop in at Wilson’s. North side of the Square. Wilson is ready to regulate watches and clocks on short notice. Go in and see the big regulator.
→ Now is the time to subscribe for the Journal; commence with the new year.
→ Read the advertisements in today’s paper, and you will know of whom to buy.
→ Every one who was out of doors yesterday knows that it was very blustery, and therefore we do not think it necessary to give it any particular notice.
→ Among the Christmas gifts mentioned in the Hartford papers are coffins! Cheerful thought.
Heard From. – Letters were received in town, on Wednesday last, by their friends from Lieut. Hovey and George Hall, both of the 78th. They, with 17 others, were taken prisoners at the first battle of Chicamauga and taken to Richmond.