May 26, 1865

Macomb Journal

Change of English Sentiment.

            The tone of the British press, and of British statesmen in sympathy with the Southern Confederacy, until quite recently, has been that the South could not be subdued, that the North could not succeed in re-establishing the government over the revolted States. On that strain alone, over and over again, have been rung all the changes possible, and over all Europe, wherever the chords of a kindred sympathy have extended, the same sentiments have been repeatedly echoed. Because of the utter impossibility of a success on our side they have extended their fatherly, fraternal and affectionate advice to us to let the south go, acknowledge their independence, and thus put an end to this fratriciday war, this monstrous effusion of blood. But somehow or other we have been so uncourtly and impolite as to give no heed to their advice; and now as they read in unmistakable characters, the doom both of slavery and the Confederacy and perceive that our complete triumph is sure and near at hand, with remarkable facility they change their tactics with the tone of their voice, and, turning to the common people try to excite and prejudice them against us by telling them that when we have finished the Confederacy, we shall make war upon England and the Canadas.

We would advise our beloved cousins to keep cool, and not be unnecessarily alarmed. No doubt they feel condemned for the many improprieties both in net and feeling towards us committed during our adversity, and instinctively believe that a war upon them in retaliation would be but the weighing out of simple justice. We have the fullest confidence that the wisdom, love of justice, and christian sentiment that exist and underlie the surface of excitement in both countries will find a satisfactory solution of all existing difficulties between us, without recourse to the less satisfactory arbitrament of war. There is not real trouble between us, and we hope that good sense will prevail on both sides, and stop this unnecessary and untimely babbling about war.

So far as the Canadas are concerned, we don’t want them. We are not prepared to take them as a gift. We have room enough, land enough, and resources enough, and intend to keep all we’ve got. We shall not make war upon our neighbors without just and strong provocation. Give up your alarm, beloved friends, pursue your own peaceful way, and quietly eat your roast beef and drink your punch.



            Governor Blaisdell, of Nevada, is six feet and four inches in height. When the legislature in not in session they use him for a telegraph pole.

There is a young man in this city, who is six-foot-eigth. He is so long he can’t sleep all over in one night. They used to use him for a shot-tower down in Kentucky, but since he has been here, he has been studying astronomy without the aid of a telescope.

The “Cloak of Religion” is to be known sometimes by the very fine nap it has during sermon time. – Ex.

We seldom see any of those “fine napped” ones, but we often find them with a mighty poor lining.

An old proverb says: – ‘A stumble often preventeth a fall.’

We suppose this is the reason we haven’t fallen oftener, for a person can’t walk ten steps in our city, after dark, without stumbling, and as an exception to the proverb, falleth sometimes.

‘A kiss of the mouth often touches not the heart.’

If it did a great many young ladies in this vicinity would die of heart disease. What a silly practice for girls to make a running kiss at one another every time they meet, if it’s a dozen times a day. It always makes us feel so bad.


Bushwhackers in Illinois.

            Fowler station, about 48 miles below here on the C & Q. R. R., was visited on Monday evening by a body of bushwhackers, who nabbed the post office, and a store connected with it, of all the money that could be found, and also a large quantity of goods. They also took from the Station Agent all the money he had. The Quincy Whig, from which we gather these facts, says, – The miserable rebels who have harbored and encouraged the villains for the past three years and who always escaped, should be made to pay all the damages occasioned by the raid. They are responsible for them and should be held accountable.

We sincerely hope that the rascals will be followed, caught and shot at sight, and if any trial is necessary give them the benefit of it afterwards, but by all means let the shooting be done first.


Particulars of the Arrest of Jeff. Davis.

            When the guard went to the tent they were met by Mrs. Davis, in dishabille, with, “Please, gentlemen, don’t disturb the privacy of ladies before they have time to dress.” “All right, madam,” said the corporal, “we will wait till you have on your duds.” Presently there appeared at the tent door an ostensibly old lady, with a bucket on her arm, and escorted by Mrs. Davis and her son. “Please let my old mother go to the spring for some water to wash in,” said Mrs. Davis, in a pleading tone. “It strikes me your mother wears big boots,” said the guard, as he hoisted the old lady’s dress with his sabre and discovered a pair of No. 13 calf skins, and “whiskers, too,” said the Sergeant, as he pulled the hand from her face, and lo; Jeff. Davis in all his sweetness, stood before them. A carbine was immediately pointed at him and he was marched back in durance vile. Only about $8,000 in specie was with the party. The several boxes were not yet searched. They were brought along however and will be delivered to the authorities at Washington.

There was found on the person of Post Master General Reagan papers showing a large amount of specie shipped for London, which will also be delivered to the authorities by Col. Pritchard. The latter, with his prisoners, started immediately for Macon. The party were all sullen, and Davis remarked to Pritchard that had they not been taken by surprise they would not have surrendered without a fight.

While on the road they received a copy of President Johnston’s proclamation offering $100,000 for Davis. Davis read it and trembled, his hands dropped to his side, and, with a groan, he dropped the paper. His wife picked it up and read it aloud, and the entire party burst into tears. The cavalcade arrived at Macon on the 13th, and soon after took a special train for Atlanta, and thence to Augusta. Stephens and Wheeler were captured by detachments of Gen. Upton’s divisions, and Clay and lady surrendered to Gen. Wilson, at Macon.


Jeff Davis at Fortress Monroe.

Fortress Monroe, May 19. – Jeff.

Davis, with his family, staff officers, etc., captured in Georgia, arrived here to-day at 12 o’clock, from Hilton Head, S. C., in the steamer, Wm. H. Clyde, conveyed by the U. S. gunboat Tuscarora, commodore Frauley. Col. Pritchard of the 4th Michigan Cavalry, with a strong guard of his men, accompanied the rebel party on the steamer Clyde northward to this place, and on reaching here immediately telegraphed to Washington for instructions regarding the disposal of his charge. Rumors have been continually flying about this afternoon to the effect that the steamer Clyde ran in along close to the beach about 4 o’clock this afternoon, and landed Davis and his party on the beach about one mile from the port, and that from there they were marched into the sallyport of that water battery, in order to escape the gaze of the curious. The steamer Clyde has just dropped her anchor in the Roads, and there now seems no doubt that Jeff. Davis must have been landed somewhere along the beach. No communication whatever is allowed with the steamer, and it is more than probable that the larger portion of the party still remain on board. The officer in charge awaits instructions from Washington.


The Lincoln Monument.

At a meeting of the National Lincoln Monument Association at Springfield, last Saturday afternoon, Damon G. Tunnicliff, Esqr., of this city, was appointed an agent, (with the power to appoint sub-agents) for the purpose of raising funds for the Association.

It is expected that every loyal man in McDonough Co., will have his name upon the “roll of honor” by subscribing something towards a monument to be erected over the remains of our late President. It is a just and fitting tribute to the memory of the deceased.



That we are among thieves no person will deny. There is hardly a night passes but what some dwelling house, smoke house, or stable, is entered and articles of more or less value taken away, and the robbing of clothes lines is very common. The question naturally arises, “who are the offenders?” Indirectly, we would answer this question by referring to the loafers, – vagrants, – who have no visible means of employment, who have been hanging about, for months at a time living as well, dressing as comfortably, and having a great deal more means than honest working men ever do. You can’t get them to do a day’s work upon any consideration, and they are the men you will meet on the street, if you are out late at night. If they can’t be caught in the act of stealing, arrest them as vagrants, and we will soon be rid of them.


Our New Supervisor.

Mr. Smith, our new Supervisor, is going at “right down hard work,” next Monday morning, on the streets, and we will soon see an improvement in the matters coming under his supervision, that will surprise the “blockaders.”


            → There will be services in the Universalist Church, next Sabbath, at the usual hours.


            → J. W. Richardson, Esq., “ye local” of the Quincy Whig, called upon us the other day, and we enjoyed quite a little chat. He is a fine fellow and worthy of all the praise bestowed upon him.


Beef and Groceries.

Can any one tell why the butchers in this city ask the price they do for beef? When gold was $70, beef was 12 ½ cents – now, when gold is 130, it is 15 cents. The cattle on foot cost the butchers about 5 cts, and allowing they lose one-half, which includes all the loss, by weather or otherwise, there is a nett profit of 5 cents per pound, which is equal to about 60 per cent. profit. We call this rather a dishonest way of putting the hand into our pockets. At one time there was four shops running, and we got meat at a reasonable price, but now the old monopoly exists, and we have to pay fabulous prices. The community calls loudly for another butcher’s shop, conducted by men who will not enter into a combination to swindle the people. In the Grocery business, although we believe there is no combination, there is a general understanding that gold comes down a little too fast, and it is more trouble to mark goods down every day than it was to mark them up. Upon the staple articles the merchant never intended to make much profit, until now, they have got the figures so that 15 to 20 per cent. is as little as they can get along with.


Trial for Murder.

The trial of George Adams, now confined in our jail for the murder of Coe, the pedlar, will take place at Carthage, Hancock county, next week, he having taken a change of venue from this county.


Board of Supervisors.

A Special Meeting of the Board of Supervisors is called for the 12th day of June. See ad. in another column.



A building, formerly used as a carpenter shop, by Mr. N. B. Harris was totally destroyed by fire, on Wednesday forenoon last. Mr. J. H .Nicholson, had all his household furniture, beds, bedding, &c., stored in it, which were entirely consumed. The fire was set by some children playing with matches.



C. C. Clarke, on north side square has got a good variety of vegetables on hand which he sells cheap.


            → A negro named John Lewis, was bound over, last Tuesday, in the sum of $500, for his appearance at the next term of the Circuit Court.


Dry Goods.

The Chicago papers report the dry goods as quite dull and prints very firm. The leading prints are quoted at 26 to 28 cents at wholesale. The latest and most desirable styles in Macomb can be found at Mr. Abbott’s new cash dry goods house, southwest corner of the square.


            A Deserved Appointment. – We notice by the Quincy Daily Whig, of last Saturday, that our old friend and former “boss,” Wm. A. Miller, Esq., has received the appointment of deputy Postmaster of Quincy. We congratulate Mr. Miller on his luck, and also the citizens of Quincy on their having a thorough business man appointed to the station. Until the breaking out of the war, Mr. Miller was a Democrat of the Jacksonian school – uncompromising and untiring in his efforts in upholding the party, but when the foul head of rebellion raised its loathsome form to destroy the Government, and when the party with which he had so long acted began to make rabid strides towards copperheadism, he boldly cut loose from it, and came out squarely and openly for the “Union now and forever, one and inseparable.” Hence, we say that the appointment was deserved, aside from his business qualifications and his thorough knowledge of postoffice matters.


An Original Story.

Next week we shall publish an original story, entitled “The Medical Student, or, A Night in a Dissecting Room,” by a medical gentleman now stopping in this city. It is a very well written story, and every word entirely true. It will create a shudder in the breasts of many persons, especially in this community, where, in many instances the dead are buried before they are hardly cold.



The members of the choir of the Universalist Church in this city purpose giving a grand concert shortly. It will be worth going to hear.



Spoon River and Vermont Spring and Fall Wheat Flour at

Wadham & Stowell’s

N. W. cor. Square.



A fine assortment of violins just received and for sale cheap at Clarke’s bookstore.


The Season.

All the predictions of wiseacres that this is to be wet season have thus far proved a failure. Very little, if any, more than the usual quantity of water has fallen during the Spring season. Crops never looked better, especially the fall wheat, and it is seldom the agricultural community have a better opportunity of raising a crop than now. Our farmers are all very busy, and a large amount of corn is being planted, some of which has made its appearance above ground. We may look for abundant harvest if the season continues propitious. Fruit was injured some by the late frost, especially the peaches, but a sufficient of most kinds will be raised.


Our Neighbors.

Parks & Strader, are still behind the counter tying up boots and shoes, hats and caps, with a will and when it comes to “paying up” you will be surprised to find what a small amount of money it takes to buy a big bundle of goods.


Getting Hot.

As the warm weather approaches, people naturally seek for something cooling and refreshing. That something can be found at G. K. Hall & Co’s east side of the square, in the shape of ice cream as it ice cream. It is good, gooder, goodest – rich. Go and try it.


Great Competition.

The competition in the price of groceries is very great, and we know it is impossible to do better than to go direct to Watkins & Co. They keep a splendid assortment, and you cannot fail to be pleased.


Our Young Folks.

This beautiful Magazine has arrived, and is certainly a master piece both in a mechanical and literary point. If more of our young friends would drop the “yellow-covered” trash and subscribe for this excellent monthly, we should soon see a change in their morals. Published at Boston, Mass.


“Halloo, what’s the Rush?”

“Why, people are going to George Bailey’s – the cheap store, on the east side – to buy some of those beautiful patterns of dry goods. Go there and take a look at them.


Steel Engravings.

S. J. Clarke & Co are just in receipt of a large stock of steel engravings of President Lincoln, Grant, Sherman, and others. Also a large engraving representing the death bed scene of the President, with the members of the cabinet and other notabilities grouped around. We predict for this picture a large sale. Call and see it.


Dime Novels.

All of Beadle’s and Monroe’s Dime Novels just received at Clarke’s. – Price 10 cents.


Wanted to Trade.

Browne, on the South Side of the Square, wants to trade you a new hat for that “shocking bad one,” you have been wearing so long. Also a good trade is offered for all the old boots and shoes in the County. He’s ahead.


            → There was a grand pic-nic on Tuesday last – there will be some ordinary nes, in the course of the season, to to which the “mudsills” may get an invitation.


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