February 13, 1864

Macomb Eagle

Negro Citizenship.

            One of the greatest questions which are now imperative upon the conductors of an independent press is the question of negro citizenship.  That the leaders of the republican party are fully committed to the support of this most pernicious and disgusting principle, no longer admits of doubt.  It has been brought forward by them in almost every conceivable shape, and covered with almost every kind of device, in order to make it acceptable to the masses of their party.  Those who cannot be coaxed into swallowing the nauseous doctrine are to be whipped in under the threat of being called “disloyal” or “copperheadish,” and the whole vocabulary of treasonable synonyms will be charged upon them to induce them to recognize the negro as “a man and a brother.”  Lovejoy’s bill to make negroes citizens and voters, and the President’s declaration that none who have aided to achieve victory in this war must be deprived of the benefits of that victory, are unerring indices of the proposed equalization of white men with negroes.  This measure, as many of the leading republicans assert, is only a question of time as to its adoption by that body.  After this equalization shall have been affected, then we are told is to begin the work of miscegenation, or the mixing of the races.  We are to become a nation of mulattoes in order to secure the highest development of physical and mental attributes.  This is the goal of republican efforts – the dulce far niente of abolition philanthropy.


One and Equal.

            A republican orator lately said that the republican party “is based upon the idea that all races of men are one and equal.”  Then the party is based upon a grand ethnological and historical falsehood.  The Esquimaux, when his hunger is satisfied with blubber fat, sleeps in a crevice of the ice, and has no thought.  The Carib pays no attention to even his next day’s existence.  The negro, in his natural state, lives like almost any other wild beast, and is to-day the same animal that he was at the dawn of history.  Never, of his own motion, has he taken the first step of improvement.  The attempt to make this creature the equal of the Caucasian race has only been equaled by the attempt to build a tower up to Heaven on the plains of Shinar.  But this is precisely what the leading men of the republican party are attempting.


Where They Get it.

            It must be remembered that all the ideas which free negroes have about their being equal to white folks, and entitled to all the rights and privileges which white men enjoy, have been put into their heads by the leading abolitionists and republicans.  These negroes readily believe what is told them, and we them becoming insolent and provoking disturbances, on railroads or wherever else they may be. – The republicans have told these negroes to “take no sass” from white men, and they construe all invitations to keep in their places as an infringement of their “rights.”  Democrats have never put such nonsense or such falsehood into the heads of free negroes, and the leading republicans are primarily responsible for every disturbance that may grow out of negro insolence.


            → Who does not see, enquires a cotemporary, that the shadow of death is passing over the land?  That every day there is less sun?  That faith has perished, that love has perished, that the Constitution has perished, that the Union has perished, and that all which made us happy at home and respected abroad has perished?  And what have we received in exchange for our country’s soul?  We have received Lincoln, the bastile, the Congress, the negro!  Is it not time to purge the temple of liberty and scourge out the money changers?


Never Comprehended the Situation.

            We have always believed that Lincoln and the republican party never comprehended the situation of public affairs.  Even before the election of 1860 they exhibited a surprising ignorance of the effect which their success would produce on the southern people.  When Democrats earnestly warned then that they were sowing the seeds of storm and devastation, they laughed at our prevision.  When Lincoln was elected they still insisted there would be no war.  When seven States had withdrawn their representatives from a participation in our Government, and after they had organized a Government of their own, designed to be independent of ours, Mr. Lincoln gravely informed the public that this “was nothing wrong.”  When war at last came, they thought seventy-five thousand men adequate to end it in three months.  After the first battle of Bull Run the excuse they gave for raising so large an army as five hundred thousand men, was, that it was better to make a powerful effort and end this war at once than to allow it to drag on for two or three years.  In the winter following, they put a stop to enlistments, alleging that they had troops enough to crush the rebellion.  In less than six months thereafter they made a sudden call for three hundred thousand men to save the imperiled country.  Shortly afterward they ordered a draft for three hundred thousand more, but they wanted them for only nine months as within that time the war would certainly be closed.  And thus have they gone on with a blind hand-to-mouth no-policy in which enormous calls for new levies have trodden close upon the heels of the most hopeful and cheering assurances that the rebellion was about to break down. – They have never, at any time, had a statesmanlike comprehension of the present or a reasonable foresight of the future.  They have organized six great campaigns against Richmond, and Richmond is not yet taken.  They have sent great land and naval armaments against Charleston, but they have just abandoned Charleston as a hopeless job.  They have recovered the Mississippi, but they have not opened it to commerce.  They have conquered Tennessee, but they hold it by so insecure a tenure that they expect it will cost a great and bloody campaign in the spring to retain it. – This new call for half a million of men may be in keeping with the actual situation and the threatened dangers of the spring campaign, but it is inconsistent with the credit claimed for Mr. Lincoln in the fall elections, with any pretension on his part to statesmanlike forecast, and especially inconsistent with any hope that, under his management, the war can ever result in the restoration of the Union.  He feels less assurance that these five hundred thousand men he now demands will suffice than he felt that his first draft of three hundred thousand men would consummate the work; for the levy is not only more numerous, but the men are held to a term of service precisely four times as long as was thought necessary.  If the fulfillment of our hopes is to recede at this rate, when will the Union be restored?  We are like Tantalus in the infernal regions; as often as stretch forth our hands to pluck the fruit it retires and eludes our grasp.


            → Garrison defends Lincoln.  He says “he has traveled as fast towards the negro as popular sentiment would warrant him in doing.”  It was Garrison who originally denounced the constitution as a league with hell and a covenant with death.  Lincoln will make proclamation to that effect just as soon as he thinks the republicans will sustain it as a war measure.


            → A negro who was not recognized by Lincoln, assured the worthy President thus: “I’se one of your kine – I’s a child ob dis-union.


The Sanitary Commission.

How the Soldiers are Robbed to enrich the “Loyalists.”

            The following letter is taken from the Lousiville Journal, and is worthy of attention from all parties.  It is an earnest and truthful statement, by a brave soldier, of the rascalities practiced by “loyal leaguers” in the “name of God and humanity.”  Read, read!

Chattanooga, Jan. 16, 1864.

            In a recent number of your journal I read a communication addressed to you from Bridgeport, animadverting on the manner in which Sanitary stores are disposed of to the army.  I hoped that the writer would continue the subject, and, in place of skimming over the surface, like a skillful surgeon probe deep the ulcer, and lay bare the rottenness so artfully covered by the thin guise of piety, and concealed beneath the gloss of political hypocracy.  Now that the people of the northern States are filling the coffers of the sanitary commission with a lavish prodigality, is an auspicious moment for a Gibbon or Junius to unmask the loyal scoundrels who infest the camps to bleed the soldier and pocket the generous offerings of a magnanimous people.  Did the correspondents of the public press, who feed the public on diluted fiction, do half their duty, they would expose the frauds perpetrated on the soldiers, and scourge the vultures who prey upon the vitals of the nation, in place of lauding Bacchanalian revels and writing worthless politicians to stars and eagles.  Specimens of this class of worthies may be daily seen in that extra loyal sheet, the Cincinnati Commercial, compounded by its correspondent here of equal parts of African odor and the unadulterated essence of falsehood.

Why these falsehoods are put forth to the country, when a question to the first soldier he met would convince the writer that half clothes and half rations are all he gets, is enigmatical and mysterious.  The same story was told in the Cincinnati papers before the recent battles, when the soldier lived on half a cracker a day, and such intestines as he could purchase from the contract butcher, at enormous prices, to keep the body and soul together.  Since the army of the Cumberland was compelled, by the disasters of Chickamauga, to occupy Chattanooga, like the garrison of a beleaguered city, the men never draw more than half rations, and most of them not more than a fourth.  For want of food and clothing since the cold weather set in, a large portion of the regiments are on the surgeon’s list, laid up with colds and pulmonary diseases.  But that is not all.  Heretofore the Army Regulations authorized the soldiers to be paid in money for all rations saved or not furnished by the government; but lately some wiseacre at Washington discovered this to be illegal and ordered that no money be paid though he received but one fourth, or no ration at all.  No finer system could be devised to cheat the toiling private and fill the pockets of dishonest Commissaries of subsistence.  Yet with these facts patent and public, the helpless soldier is not only to be cheated out of his rights, but his friends and the country are to be lied out of the knowledge of them.  It is, perhaps, unavoidable that food should be scarce and clothing scanty, yet I cannot see the necessity of propping up a misfortune with a deliberate falsehood.  That things might be better and food more abundant I have no doubt, did not the spirit of avarice take possession of public functionaries, and the greed of gain swallow up every feeling of humanity and justice.

General Thomas is thoroughly honest and anxious to stop speculation in every branch of the service, but had he the eyes of Argus and the hands of Briareus he could not watch the leaks nor pillory the blunders of his subordinates.  The desire to get rich is so universal that it has become a national crime to lack the capacity or the will to appropriate your neighbor’s property and fill your coffers with public plunder.  If cotton is king, the dollar is the deity at whose shrine the saint and sinner alike offer up their daily orisons. – While the private out of elbows and out of toes hugged his rifle on picket and parade, wondering when the next cracker would find a resting place in his collapsed haversack, the landings along the river from Chattanooga to Bridgeport were crowded with provisions permitted to rot because the Commissaries were too busy regulating their private finances.  If the visionary has failed to find the philosopher’s stone the more practical Yankee has discovered that the soldier is the goose that lays the golden egg, worth all the efforts of loyal incubation.  This knowledge has drawn to camp all the buzzards of the country from the vender or spurious lottery tickets to the thrifty descendant of Abraham, who peddles pinchback chronometers and barters shoddy for greenback under the sign-manual of the provost marshal.  Against orders, special and general, from department headquarters, the Yankee peddler finds his way into camp with his clothes pins and patent nostrums and swindles the soldiers out of his last dollar, either by the permit or the connivance of the guardian of army morals.

The great Sanitary Fair of Cincinnati is over the funds collected munificent and object of the contributors noble, should result be commensurate with design.  Unfortunately, the experience of the past does not augur favorably for the future.  The political managers of such concern are not apt to throw their loyalty away without compensation, nor permit such heavy proceeds to escape from their clutches without extracting a poundage to make their disinterested service appear respectable.

The Walkers and Caldwells who peddle loyalty to the millions, and reap a profitable harvest in the manufacture of grips and signs for every newly fledged ism that courts the favor of the masses, could not be expected to waste their time and energies in the cause of patriotism and humanity without coupling the rewards said to await the benevolent in regions celestial with the more solid offerings of terra firma.  If the true believer earnestly watch for the millennium, and the saint subsist on the [?] of the faith, the benefactor of humanity who is liable to be vagged by the law for having no visible means of support, can plead the highest authority for asserting that “the laborer is worthy of his hire.”  Pass, then, the net proceeds of your fairs, shorn of all its ugly angles and unseemly weight, into the hands of the Sanitary Commission, and it will get an additional rounding from the careful attaches of that institution.  After pocketing a handsome gratuity from the contractor, the agent turns over the delicate viands to the hospitals for distribution, where they receive the best attention of the surgeons and the subordinates.  Lest the fruits, preserves, and other delicacies prepared by the ladies of the North should cause the invalid a relapse, the surgeon in the kindness of his heart consents to take the dose himself; and when the residue reaches the pallet of the sufferer, after the surgeons, stewards, nurses, and niggers are satisfied, it is sure to be in such moderate quantities as not to endanger life or limb.

As the viands of the Sanitary Commission are only fit to grace the mess table of the surgeon, it is but right that the vintage should stimulate the mucous membrane of the Esculapian stomach, and the sheets and pillows adorn the couch of the man of pills.  Nor are they entirely bereft of generosity; for I frequently saw their generous donations wooing to peaceful slumber the tortured brains of Quartermasters and gallant Colonels.  In regiments, the supplies drawn from the Commission as well as from the Commissary, for the resident sick, find the same channel. – Modern pharmacy discovered that pills are more potent than preserves, and sheet-iron crackers more conducive to health than farinaceous potatoes.  Nor is it strange that the professers of the healing art, who know so well the effects of a roll of fresh butter and the contents of a demijohn on the ailing body, should brace their over taxed nerves with a jar of jelly and a bottle of Schledam, when the physicians of the soul lend fresh vigor to the swelling strains of the doxology by a bumper of “old rye.”  The Sanitary Commission and the Christian Commission are excellent neighbors.  They occupy adjoining houses and share each other’s gifts with a grace and a piety that have a humanizing effect on themselves at least, if not on the entire army.  The Sanitary gentleman takes a daily dose of the spirits of the Gospel, while the pillar of the church, with up turned eyes, puts himself outside a godly goblet of the spirit of Bourbon.  These Christian Commissioners came all the way from Maine and the sanctified precincts of Boston to gather the lost sheep to the fold, and to strengthen them in the holy work, take heed of the Apostolic injunction, “to take a little wine for the stomach’s sake.”  Whether the lambs viewed their shepherds in the light of wolves in sheeps’ clothing, I am unadvised, but, certain it is, the only result of their efforts is the plucking from the burning half a dozen she wooly-heads, who aid them in digesting the good things of the Sanitary Commission, and share with the pious gentlemen their bed and board.  Of all the grand humbugs the war entailed on the country, this Christian Commission is the meanest and the worst.  Army chaplains, in all conscience, are nuisance enough, but the imposition of a band of strolling mountebanks, from the confines of the Union, who do nothing but steal niggers and feed them on sanitary stores sent to the sick, is a disgrace to the country, and a lasting blot on the escutcheon of Christianity.

How little do the generous people of the North know how they are fleeced and fooled by these emissaries of abolitionism, from whom no doubt they receive elaborate reports of their conquests in camp, and the glory they brought to the house of Ham.  No wonder that such disorders should afflict the State, when the gospel of peace is made an engine of war, and the thunderbolts of the Almighty are hurled from society.  What matters it to those white impious hands against the pillars of civil sofaced fanatics of icy Maine, the up-rooting of social order, or the sacrifice of blood and treasure to produce universal chaos; to gratify their inordinate vanity and carry out their idea of sable superiority, they would canonize the damned, pull down the heavens from etherial space, and plunge saints and angels into one promiscuous everlasting ruin.  Atheists at heart, their sympathies are absorbed by the sirens of color, who devote their time to pilfering and sensuality.  Under their golden rule the Decalogue is paraphrased, the town denuded of its virtuous citizens and filled with painted strumpets of every hue and color.  In view of their dwelling, and under their own observation, without a frown or a word of complaint, are destitute and virtuous women and children hurried from their homes by dashing staff officers, and their houses filled with blooming ladies of easy virtue.  Under the dispensation of Maine theology, Chattanooga has become a charnel-house of corruption, where disease festers into infection that will leaven the community for ages after the votaries of Mars turn their swords into plow shares and resume the domestic duties of husbandmen.




            Ran away from the County Poor House, on Friday the 22nd day of January last a certain pauper by the name of Henry Huffman.  The said Huffman is about 35 years of age, about 5 feet 10 inches high, rather slender, and of light complexion.  He had on when he left a vest with sleeves to the same, no coat, and mixed cottonade pants.  Any information in reference to said pauper will be received by the undersigned, or may be left at the office of The Macomb Eagle.

Sup’t Co. Poor House, McDonough Co.


            To Land Purchasers. – Men who wish to purchase land in this county can know of several desirable farms, which are offered for sale at low figures, by applying at this office.


            → Capt. Reid, Comp. D, 64th Regiment – popularly known as the “Yates Sharp-Shooters” – has opened a recruiting office on the southwest corner of the square, and will be happy to receive volunteers.  A premium of $15 will be paid to any persons presenting an acceptable recruit, or $25 for a veteran recruit – while the recruits themselves will receive the large bounties heretofore paid.


            → The Quincy Whig, with its characteristic preference for negroes ever [?] more, is very severe on those soldiers who administered a little wholesome discipline to the niggers on the train last Friday.  We have not seen the Whig’s article but the simple fact of its defending negroes and abusing white soldiers is enough to stamp it as having reached the lowest depth in infamous journalism.  The soldiers can stand its abuse, we think, and be in no danger of becoming converts to the republican doctrine that niggers are as good and the equals of the white men and must be so treated.


            Shooting at a Nigger. – On Friday last an affair occurred on board of the western morning train, which came near being fatal to one of Uncle Sam’s black soldiers.  A number of ladies and men got on board the train at Bushnell, and on finding there were no vacant seats for all the former, several negroes who were snuggly enconsed on the [?] were requested to give the ladies their seats.  This they refused to do, probably acting on the advice of their republican friends not to give up their seats to any white person.  Among those who requested the niggers to move were several soldiers, who were home on furlough.  The latter were determined that the niggers should “git,” and on one of the latter becoming impudent a soldier drew his revolver and would have shot the black scoundrel dead, had it not been knocked to one side by a man standing near.  The niggers then vacated, and quiet was soon restored. – It was a summary way of dealing with the darkies, but they have not sense enough to listen to any other kind of argument, and all men with white preferences must say amen to the conduct of the soldiers in the instance.


            Shooting at Colchester. – We learn that on Tuesday last as Mr. John White and his brother were passing through Colchester they were assailed by several persons who evidently designed to provoke a difficulty.  A short time afterward as they were returning through the town, peaceably and saying nothing, they were assaulted by one or two persons wearing the garb of soldiers who threw or were in the act of throwing stones [?]  At this John White and a soldier drew pistols simultaneously and began rapid firing.  The soldier was shot in the leg and another ball struck Mr. Humberd, who was some distance off taking no part in the affair.  Mr. White then turned to ride away, when one A. B. Cherry began firing at the [?], on which Mr. W. made a demonstration toward him and he “vamosed.”  This is barely the facts as told to us.  The assaults made on the Whites was entirely unnecessary and unprovoked, and probably would never have been made had not the soldiers been put up to it by some abolitionists, who want somebody insulted or even killed and are too cowardly to attempt it themselves.  The soldiers, we think, will soon find out these men who are trying to get up disturbances in the community, and will refuse any further to be used as cats-paws by the cowardly sneaks.


            Father Kemp’s Old Folks. – This celebrated concert company have been induced to stop over one night in this place and give one of their popular concerts at Campbell’s Hall, on Wednesday evening next.  They have appeared in all the great cities of the West, and are spoken of as the largest and best concert troupe in the country.  Wherever they appear no matter what the weather few halls can be found roomy enough to accommodate the vast crowds who gather to see and hear them.  We predict great success from them in this place.  They appear in [?] costumes and sing the music of “ye old tymes.”  Let no one fail to hear.


From Kansas.

Correspondence of The Macomb Eagle.

Seneca, Kansas, Feb. 5, 1864.

            After an absence of a few months from the flourishing city of Macomb, I find myself in “the flourishing young city of Schees,” in the State of “poor, bleeding Kansas,” not many hundred miles from the great town of Osawattomie, where that great martyr of freedom, John Brown, once lived and reigned supreme; but, as is well known to your readers, he afterwards removed to and settled in “good old Virginia.”

“And now his body lies mouldering in the grave,
But his soul is marching on” – down below!

Kansas is destined to become one of the greatest and most powerful States of America.  She has all of the natural advantages to make a great and powerful country – rich, rolling prairies, and living streams of water.  And besides she has the honor of being represented in the United States Senate by that great chieftain, Jinneral Jim Lane, and that other great champion of freedom, Senator Pomeroy; and in the House by the great Wilder, who, with a master stroke of eloquence, unaided and unassisted, put in nomination the great Channing for chaplain of the House of Representatives.

Kansas has likewise the great Martin F. Conway, who introduced a resolution in Congress asking that body to recognize the independence of the Southern Confederacy.  On his resolution he made a weighty, powerful, and mighty speech; saying, in connection with many other great and mighty sayings, “That we as a nation should stand upon the great principle of universal emancipation and universal suffrage for all time to come.”  So great was the influence of this mighty man, that his resolution received all of one vote, and Martin cast that.

Gov. Carney in his annual message to the Legislature, in speaking of the negroes of Kansas, says: “The constitution as it now stands does not recognize the colored race, and it is for you to submit to the people whether they desire to have them recognized or not.  I am for their freedom everywhere, and for conferring upon them the rights of freemen.

It is well known that our great Senators, Lane and Pomeroy, and our representative Wilder, are in favor of conferring upon the “free Americans of African descent” equal political political privileges with white folks, but strange as it may appear, our Legislature is opposed to “nigger equality” and Jim Lane, and have been bold enough to elect officers in both houses who don’t believe that a negro is any better than a white man; and what is more, they are opposed to the great chieftain!  What fools! they should be arrested for disloyalty.



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