The occurrences, noted elsewhere in this paper, in relationship to the assault by a negro upon two highly respectable women of this town, may well call for a few serious reflections. This negro’s work is but the beginning of the end. It is one of the fruits of the ascendancy of republican teachings in our State and nation. During all the years that we have lived in Macomb, no crime so heinous and dastardly has ever come to light. Yet in three short months after the work of a republican Legislature becomes known, we find the town the resort of some half dozen of brutish negroes, one of whom breaks into the residences of two married women whose husbands are in the army, fighting to secure to such beasts the very “liberty” which they thus are swift to show they are utterly incapable of appreciating. – The negro both as an abstract idea and a living animal, has many warm and devoted sympathizers in town and county, who have literally made themselves hoarse many a time “shrieking for freedom!” Their efforts in the cause of what they unctuously style the “interests of God and humanity,” have been unceasing and diligent. – The result in this instance that has crowned their efforts is in keeping with the character of the arguments they have employed to achieve it. – They started out upon the supposition that a negro is “a man and a brother,” and have fed themselves upon the delusion until they have really believed the fiction of their own coining. – Whether the occurrences of Sunday night will serve to open the eyes of any of the admirers of free negroism, remains to be seen.
Had not the provisions of the State constitution been disregarded by the republican administration, and its wholesome restrictions been violated by our republican Legislature, the wives of our absent soldiers would not have been frightened and insulted nor our city been the theatre of these disgraceful crimes. Is it not time that the people were working up to the monstrosity of the doctrines of our republican legislators?
Chief Justice Chase has been to Charleston, and he made a speech there to a dozen or two white men and several hundred negroes. The burden of Chief Justice Chase’s speech was the “glorious nigger,” the beauty and excellence of his “moral attributes,” and his divine right to rule America in company with his unsmoked brethren. This is the question which is now before the people and the leading men of the republican party are forcing their followers to swallow the doctrine. They have not made many converts in Macomb this week.
The Disposal of Booth’s Body.
The New York Tribune, of the 11th instant, contains an eloquent phillipic, by one Junius Henri Browne, against the Administration for disposal of J. Wilkes Booth’s body in a secret and mysterious manner. We quote the conclusion of Mr. Browne’s communication:
But no matter what his crime; were it even a hundred times more horrible that it was, the treatment of his corpse is a stain upon the National escutcheon, a stigma upon our humanity as a people, that we must remove as soon as possible.
Great God, was it reserved for the model Republic in the nineteenth century to reproduce the horrors of the Byzantine Empire; to lapse into the barbarities of the Middle Ages; to regenerate the cruelties of the Spanish Inquisition?
There is something absolutely astounding, entirely incomprehensible in the course adopted toward the remains of the President’s assassin.
Booth once dead, justice is satisfied and malignity too should be also.
There is no excuse, no palliation under [?] for the secret interment and degration of the lifeless clay. Booth committed murder and by the severest constriction of the law paid the fullest penalty by his death.
It is a common aphorism, “Noble spirits war not with the dead.” This is a great country; is the noblest and the freest, and the most enlightened of Republics, at the very moment it has passed through a terrible ordeal of blood, and came out purer, brighter, more glorious than ever, an exception to the aphorism? is it privileged alone to persecute what it has fatally punished?
Let this foul blot be wiped out at once! In the name of common justice and common decency let the body of Booth, wherever it may be buried, be given up to his brothers or his mother. They may not have asked for it, in the wild excitement of the hour they have feared to crave even so small a boon.
But can any one suppose that Booth’s mother, to whom he was ever kind and generous, does not desire his remains; that she would not purchase them with half her remaining years of life.
Profligate, Rebel, assassin though he was, he was her son, and she his mother.
An unknown hand strewed flowers over the tomb of Nero; a woman wept over and tenderly kissed the slain Caligula.
Let the mother of Booth have the wretched consolation of mourning at the grave of her misguided and fanatical son, for whom, perhaps, no other in the world of kin or kind, will drop one pitying tear.
Junius Henri Browne
New York, May 9th, 1865.
‒ Delegations of contrabands waited on President Johnson a week ago and read to him a series of resolutions talking beautifully of the liberty they had just gained, &c. The President gave them a lecture, rather than smooth words in response. He told them “it was easy to utter nice sentiments upon paper,” but they must learn to understand that “freedom” meant simply “the liberty to work and enjoy the product of their own hands,” and not indolence, with support from public charity. He loved the African, he did, but “trusted in God” they would soon be scarce in this country, and gathered by themselves in a clime and country better suited to their constitution and habits.
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Horrible Outrage by a Negro.
A negro names Jack, entered the house of a lady whose husband is in the army, on last Sunday night, and attempted to commit a rape on the person of the lady. She was wakened by the noise and demanded who was there. The negro told her to keep still or he would kill her. She then attempted to give the alarm, when he seized her by the throat, choking her considerably. She then managed to wake up her little boy who immediately gave the alarm, and the negro left. Not satisfied with his attempt, he, an hour or two later, went to the house of another lady, whose husband is also in the army, and crawled in at the window and attempted again to satiate his hellish desires. Fortunately at this house there were two ladies occupying the same bed, one of whom immediately ran to the neighbors and gave the alarm, who went to the relief of the lady. – The negro made his escape, but was tracked by Mr. Newton, Mr. Knapper, and Mr. Lea, to the livery stable of Messrs. French & Haggerty, where he worked. He was arrested and committed to jail and on Tuesday was brought before Justice Withrow for trial. In default of bail, he was committed to jail to await his final trial at the next term of our circuit court.
→ The people are continually flocking to the photograph gallery of Hawkins & Philpot, on the southeast corner the square, for the purpose of getting their photographs. Those who want good pictures can always get them by applying to these gentlemen.
Family Groceries. – Watkins & Co., on the southeast corner of the square, keeps always on hand a full and complete stock of family groceries. Customers patronizing this establishment will find friend Merriman and his gentlemanly clerks obliging, and get a good article for their money.
→ If you want, and who is it that don’t want, good reading, go the store of S. J. Clarke & Co., on the north side of the square. They keep school books, magazines, novelettes, blanks and blank books, albums, etc.; also, the leading dailies and New York literary papers.
A Rare Chance. – Those of our readers who wish one or more of those large sized pictures, elegantly framed, at New York prices, of prominent warriors and statesmen of this country, such as Washington, Douglas, Lincoln, Grant, Sherman, McClellan, and others, can get them by calling immediately at S. J. Clarke & Co.’s. Do not delay as they are selling very readily and will last only a few days.
To the Farmers. – Our young friend H. V. D. Westfall, of Bushnell, is the agent for McDonough county, for the celebrated John P. Manny’s combined reaper and mower. Those in want of this or any other machine, would do well to call on Mr. Westfall. See advertisement in another column.
Fruits and Vegetables. – Mr. C. C. Clark, at the fruit and vegetable store, on the north side the square, is daily receiving fresh vegetables. Those in want of such things are directed to call on Mr. Clarke and make their purchases. See advertisement.
The Sky is Brighter.
For a long time our citizens have been imposed upon. We have always been compelled to pay the highest price for flour, and more than half the time it was not fit to eat, but now we can assure our friends that “the hour is coming, and now is” when they can get the very best of Spring and Fall wheat flour at the store of Wadham & Stowell, on the northwest corner of the public square. They keep Spoon River and Vermont flour.
→ Our friend Clarke of the Journal has been confined to his house for nearly a week by rheumatism. We trust he may soon be able to wield the pen again in the “interest of God and humanity and tell us of the beauties of free negroism as illustrated by negro Jack, in this city.
Fire. – On Wednesday last some little children while at play, set fire to a building, belonging to Mr. Nathaniel Decker. The house contained the household goods of Mr. J. H. Nicholson, all of which were consumed by the fire.
Bushwhackers at Fowler Station.
Quincy, Ill., May 22. – Six bushwhackers, supposed to be Missourians, entered Fowler Station, on the Chicago, Burlington & Quincy railroad, twelve miles east of here this evening. After robbing the express agent, freight agent, and a store, they left, probably to rob another small town and farmers on their way to the river. They claimed to be forty strong, and that the balance were not far off. No damage was done to the railroad track or telegraph wires.
The Journal says that we had a negro employed in our office last week. He is certainly mistaken. The editor of the Journal has never been in our employ.
On Tuesday, May 23, by Thompson Chandler, Esq., Mr. Hiram Tatman, sr., to Miss Elizabeth F. Martin, all of this place.
Accompanying the above came the greenback, for which the printers return thanks. We hope the happy couple may live long and enjoy the sweets of connubial bliss; that the bridegroom may yet be prepared to breast the storms of adversity and land safely in the “happy land of Canaan.”