Where is Your Flag.
This inquiry, says the Hocking (O.) Sentinel, so impertinently made of ex-President Pierce and so happily answered by him, has been put to thousands of other Democrats since the breaking out of the rebellion. It has not been in the power of every Democrat who has been thus interrogated, to make just the same reply that Mr. Pierce made. But every true Democrat might answer the question by saying that his flag is in his heart.
Republicans whose conduct for years has rendered their love for the flag a matter of serious doubt, and their disloyalty to the constitution a matter of certainty – who had flouted the one as a “poluted rag” and denounced the other as a “league with hell,” – did well to throw out the flag of our country when it fell from the staff at Sumter [fold] were, to use the mildest language compatable with the truth, sufficiently doubtful to make it necessary for them to indulge in some public display that would serve to define their position.
With Democrats this was not necessary. Carrying the flag of the Union in their hearts, and feeling and knowing that they had always been true to it, they saw no necessity for waveing it all day from their windows, or crying out for it at every corner of the street. They did not worship it with the crazy zeal of new converts; and they made no effort to rival the noisy patriotism of their “loyal” neighbors because they did not need to drown the recollection of anything they had said or done. It is harlot that flaunts the gaudiest attire and the empty barrel that makes the loudest noise.
Shutting up the Provost Mar-
One by one the Provost Marshal’s offices are being shut up. Soon these detested institutions will be numbered among the horrors that have passed away. The shoulder-straps will be from officials who have worn them for years without having faced an enemy in battle; and a multitude of attaches, numbering not less than 75,000 in the loyal states alone, will be turned away from the public crib and compelled to seek an honest livelihood or to starve. Poor wretches, what a come down it will be for many of them! They have struted a brief hour, bloated with self-conceit, full of self-importance, and often insolent and overbearing in their manner. How will they ever manage to get down to ordinary life again? Down they must come though. The days of detested conscription are at length over. Poor men need tremble no longer for fear they will be dragged by force from their homes; wives will rejoice that their husbands are at last “out of the draft,” and children will no longer dread the turning of the “fated wheel.” We hope this country may never see a Provost Marshal’s office in it again.
In any ordinary war conscription need never be resorted to among our people. Those of the North and the South will be alike ready to defend the interests and honor of the nation.
Many have been the strange scenes witnesses about the Provost Marshal’s offices. There has been brutality and harshness about most of them, corruption and fraud about not a few of them. They have been marts in which men have openly trafficked in the lives of human beings. We have seen a drunken beast of a father, who had already sold one son as a substitute to satisfy the craving for strong drink, ready to perjure himself in regard to the age of another, an ungrown boy, in spite of the tears of a heart broken mother.
The miserable wretch was very eager to effect a sale. The fact that the son he had sold before had died of disease contracted in camp could not move him, the tears of his wretched wife could not influence him. The boy’s life was worth money and he was willing to sell him, soul and body.
It is perfectly safe to say, that the various Provost Marshal’s offices of this State, and elsewhere, have witnessed more disgusting dickers in human flesh than ever disgraced any slave mart in the South. We are heartily glad they are to be shut up. The people will never desire to see them reopened. – Lancaster Intelligencer.
A Man Killed by his Step-son.
On last Thursday morning, Mr. Joshua Hale, living about 8 miles northwest of this place, was found lying in an insensible condition, with the back of his head considerably mutilated. His wife and step-son, a boy about 16 years old confessed to have committed the deed.
They give the following version of the affair: Mr. Hale wished to ride the horse to a neighbors. Mrs. H., who claimed the animal, said he should not, as she wished her son to plow. Mr. H. had the old lady by the hair dragging her towards a brush pile, swearing he would “give her the devil.” She called to her son for help, the boy seized a hickory club and ran to his mother’s assistance. Mr. H. turned towards the boy, but the old woman held on to him, in the meanwhile the boy commenced using his club – two or three blows were warded off, but he finally felled him to the ground and struck him several times afterwards. They sent for the neighbors and told their story. Mr. H. during that day was perfectly insensible consequently give no account of the affair. Dr. N. G. Stack who was called in pronounced the skull and neck broken. Mrs. Hale and her son were examined before Esquire Anderson, and committed to jail in default of giving the required bond of $1,000. – Rushville Times.
The Fourth of July.
The citizens of Macomb and McDonough county are requested to meet at the court house in Macomb, on Monday evening, June 5th, at eight o’clock, for the purpose of making arrangements to celebrate the coming Fourth of July in a becoming manner, and giving such of our boys in blue, as may have returned to their homes, a hearty welcome.
Removed. – Our friend, H. Brown, the gentlemanly and accommodating station agent at this place, has removed to Quincy. Mr. B. has received the appointment of transfer agent at Quincy, of the Hannibal & St. Joe railroad, and will immediately enter upon the discharge of his duties. Mr. B. has been the station agent at this place for a number of years, and during that time has given entire satisfaction. We are sorry to part with Mr. Brown, but trust that he may prosper abundantly in his new position. Mr. Brown is succeeded by Mr. Bradford.
→ Now that peace has again blessed the land, [?] alarms and high prices will be heard no more by those who purchase their clothing at the popular clothing house of I. August. Mr. A. has the largest and best selected stock ever brought to this place. Mr. William Manning, Mr. A.’s chief of staff, will take great pleasure in showing goods.
Improvement. – Supervisor Smith has commenced work on the streets. He is engaged in putting the new crossings and repairing side walks. This is a work which has been much needed, and we are glad to see the improvements. Mr. Smith is the right man in the right place.
They are Nice! – Everybody is admiring those fine boots made by John Barry, on East Jackson street, one door east of Chambers & Randolph. If you want a well made boot, and one that will fit, go to John Barry’s and we will guarantee you perfect satisfaction.
Didn’t Want It. – A gentleman who has long been engaged in the “interest of God and humanity” was walking down west Jackson street one day last week, eating a cracker, when he saw a young “gentleman of color” “in whom his soul delighteth,” and in the goodness of his heart he offered his “brother” a cracker. The American citizen of African descent informed him that he had plenty to eat, and judging from his looks his children needed it much worse than he did.
‘The shades of night were gathering ‘round,
When to my ear there came a sound,’
Saying, “I’ll go immediately to the gallery of Hawkins & Philpot and get one dozen of photographs.” These gentlemen know how to take a good picture, and we would say to those in want, that they cannot do better than to call on them.
Quite a “Flutter.” – Messrs. Cottrell & Bro., we are informed, created quite a flutter among the mechanics of this place, by bringing on wagons for sale. They swear that they won’t buy anything of them, or repair their wagons, should they get out of repair. The mechanics tell us that they can sell better wagons and cheaper than the Cottrell’s, and we are inclined to believe it, and that being the case, we cannot see the propriety of the mechanics getting their angry passions up. You should remember that your “little hands were never made to scratch out each others eyes out.”
Wines and Liquors. – Dr. Ritchey has just received a large stock of wines and liquors, which he warrants to be pure, and only the best brands. He has also a lot of choice California wines. He sells strictly for medical purposes.
A Nuisance. – There is a lot of little girls in this place who are continually running around begging for money for the heathens. This business has been carried on here so much of late that it has become a nuisance.
→ Mr. C. Falder has removed his shaving, hair dressing, and shampooing saloon to the room formerly occupied by W. H. Monroe, in Brown’s Hotel, where he will be happy to wait upon all his old friends and the traveling public.
→ We noticed a little ragged boy on the streets the other day and asked him why his mother didn’t mend his clothes. “’Cause,” replied the boy, “she’s too busy making clothes for the heathens.”
→ Willie Wyne, at the Post Office, has a large supply of Albums on hand. They are the nicest ever brought to this place. Also the Galesburg papers, magazines, notebooks, etc.