July 7, 1865

Macomb Journal

To Correspondents. – The verses entitles “Fourth in Macomb,” will appear next week.

Thanks to friend George, of Quincy, for his kindly epistle and a good healthy greenback.

Our Tennessee correspondent “B” should send his name if he desires his communication to appear in the Journal.


The Fourth in Macomb.

            A large crowd greeted us on the fourth in this city. The people began to arrive pretty early in the morning, and the crowd increased until the middle of the day. The multitude came cheerful, buoyant, hopeful, animated by a proper spirit of loyalty and patriotism, expecting to celebrate the day in an agreeable manner, and worthy of the great occasion. But we cannot conceal the fact that the people were disappointed. – There was a failure in almost the entire programme. The ringing of the bells in the morning was a bungled affair, there being no harmony, and the time of the ringing at least half an hour too soon. The procession was a fizzle; the band which was announced to be here from Quincy was not forthcoming. Col. Prince, the orator of the day was invisible, and his absence not accounted for. The dinner gave out before half the crowd could even get a sight at the table. There was no fireworks in the evening, the usual accompaniment of a good old-fashioned celebration, and no amusement of any character provided.

And why this failure? We are unable to give a distinctive answer. Why Col. Prince was not here we are unable to say. He announced by telegraph at the last moment that he could not come. In regard to the band, we don’t know who is responsible for the failure. But a large share of the blame for incompleteness of arrangements must be laid at the door of the several committees. The fact is the matter was left in a great degree to run itself. The programme of arrangements agreed upon by the executive committee was well enough, but there was no organization in detail. The returned soldiers were willing enough to march in procession, but there appeared to be no head to the affair, no point to rally upon, no commanding officer. Just so with the several organizations, professions, &c. Lieut. Simmons, the marshal of the day, was efficient enough, but it was his business to conduct the procession to the fair grounds, and not to form it, or to gather it up from the four quarters of the city.

At the fair grounds, we were favored with speeches by L. C. Carr, from Alton, and Col. L. H. Waters, of this city. We had some pretty good singing by the Glee Club. The little two-pounder made a loud report, and the pistols and fire-crackers of the little boys likewise.

There was a grand display of “Fantasticals” on horseback. They paraded through the streets, creating much amusement by their grotesque appearance, and disappeared from whence they came, nobody knows where.


            The Journal wants to know why the Board of Supervisors appointed Mr. Wilson to take the census of the county, in place of a wounded soldier. We do not know, but suppose that the Board had heard that the editor of the Journal had refused promotion in the army, and concluded that no other solder in the county would wish to be behind him in devotion to his country. – Macomb Eagle.

Not quite so fast, Mr. Eagle. When and where did we ever make the inquiry “why the Board of Supervisors appointed Mr. Wilson to take a census of this county, in place of a wounded soldier.” We have no need to make the inquiry. If the Board had appointed a wounded soldier to that position we should then have been surprised, and should probably have made inquiry to such strange conduct. Soldiers don’t expect such favors from copperheads, and they are not disappointed in never getting them.

But that allusion to the editor of the Journal having refused promotion in the army is a heavy compliment to our patriotism which we duly appreciate. We know of a hundred others in the same fix, and they all feelingly sympathize with that renowned gentleman whose name was John, and who, as history informs us, magnanimously refused to eat his supper.


            → The Quincy Wig appears this week in an enlarged form. We are glad to notice this evidence of prosperity. We are under many obligations to the publishers for favors received.


More Houses Wanted.

            It is an undeniable fact that this city, located as it is in the centre of a large and populous county, in one of the best agricultural districts in the State, and in an excellent coal region, is bound to grow in business, wealth and population. There has been a large increase in business and population during the past two or three years, but this increase might have been more than doubled if there had been dwelling houses enough in the place to accommodate all desiring to locate. Scores of persons during the present season have travelled over the entire city hunting for houses or rooms to rent, and have been obliged to go elsewhere for want of accomodations. This should not be. We certainly have capital enough and labor can be obtained to build a hundred houses before the year expires, and we have doubt that this number would all find occupants as soon as completed. We think our business men and capitalists are making a great mistake in not turning their attention to this matter. Rents are high and an investment in a few tenant houses would not only pay a good interest but would enhance the business and property of the city.


            → Man in an imitative animal, and so are editors sometimes. We have been reading the “Bushnell Union Press,” and we like its style. The editor has several “fortes,” not warlike forts, far from it, but those kind of “fortes” that Artemus Ward writes about. One of his fo- rtes is “locals.” Locals is his best holt. The following is a sample:

– A kitten in the family of Mrs. Smith met with a severe accident last Saturday afternoon, at half-past three o’clock. It was running around after its own tail, and in its antics dislocated the right hind leg.

– Mr. Jim Dashaway, Esq., came very near getting his neck broken last week. He jumped out of a wagon all right, but if his foot had caught it might have broken his neck. He is now convalescent.

– Bill Swipes’ female dog has got pups. She was confined early Sunday morning.

– Tom Snob is home again. He went out to see his cousin in the country, living half a mile from the public square in Bushnell.

– Old mother Flanigan has got a new pipe and a new bonnet. They improve her looks wonderfully.


            → Our “boys in blue,” after rusticating for a few days, are generally pulling off their coats and getting to work again. We notice that Jacob Faber, of Co. I, 78th Ills. is now driving Tinsley’s splendid mill team in the delivery of flour about the city. Mr. T. has shown wisdom in the selection of Jacob for that position, as he is faithful, affable and obliging. We met John Pembroke of the same company the other night with his valise and carpet bag hastening to the depot. He told us he had secured a very eligible situation in a grain warehouse in Chicago. One of our old comrades in Co. C told us a day or two since that he saw Capt. Blandin, of Blandinsville, that day with his sleeves rolled up and plowing corn. The Captain, instead of a government mule, was driving a fine looking cavalry horse, and instead of the old-fashioned way of “haw, gee,” &c., he gave his orders to the horse in true military style – “file right – file left – right-about, march,” &c.


            The Journal man wishes to know why we did not turn out and raise a shout of welcome to the 78th. Simply because we were so busy contemplating the character of the editor whose patriotism was so great that he refused all offers of promotion in the army. – Macomb Eagle.

Reason enough. You stand excused. – We don’t wonder that any man who was scared off to Idaho by the draft should be overwhelmed with surprise at the patriotism of any man.


A Statement of Facts.

            We have received the following communication through the mail with the request to publish the same. It would appear that there is something wrong somewhere. The language bears rather hard on Col. Vernon, but if injustice done that officer we will cheerfully publish any correction or explanation of facts from him:

Camp Butler, Ill.
June 18, 1865.

            Editor Journal. – We the undersigned members of the 78th Ill. Inf., paroled prisoners, now at Camp Butler, Ill., respectfully request you to publish the following statement of facts.

After being furloughed home, we were ordered to Springfield to be mustered out. Upon arriving here we were told that as soon as our descriptive rolls could be sent from the regiment we would be discharged. We immediately wrote to the regiment and were told that the proper authorities also applied and received for an answer “not to be sent, by order of Lieut. Col. M. R. Vernon, comd’g 78th Ill. Inf. Vol., 2d Brig. 2d Div. 14th A. C., Army of Georgia.”

We have now been here nearly a month, (and it is anything but an agreeable place,) merely because M. R. Vernon, Lieut. Col. com’g 78th Ill. Inf., did not see proper to allow our descriptive rolls to be sent.

The consequence is we now have to be mustered out on partial descriptive rolls, getting but three month’s pay when there is from ten to twenty month’s pay due us. We hereby desire to express our supreme contempt of Lieut. Col. Vernon’s actions in this case, as in many others in which he exhibited his naturally bigoted and tyrannical disposition. While under his command we obeyed his orders to the best of our ability. This last is only one of his many contemptible acts, and it is the occasion and not the cause of the above statement.

Thos. M. Scott, Co. H. Wm. H. Duffield, Co. C.
Wm. Hetrick,     “     “ Wm. Wells,           “   D.
Sidney J. Botts, “   D. Eli Matthews,         “   “
Elias H. Wilson, “   C. A. W. Howell,       “   F.
John Robinson,   “   F. O. P. Sewell,           “ H.
Harvey Ricketts, “   I. W. A. Wilhelm,     “   I.
Freeman Cary,   “   D. Wm. H. Worley,     “   C.
John Vandiveer, “   A. Geo. Hillyer,           “ A.
W. H. Henderson,   F. H. Asher,               “   F.
W. R. Reed,         “   I. T. Anstine,             “   I.
J. O. Smith,         “   I. J. Mayfield,           “   I.
John Simms,       “   I. Henry Steltsman,   “   F.


            Employ the Soldiers. – The following from an exchange is decidedly sensible. – Employ the soldiers. Give them something to do. See that they have the means of earning an honest livelihood. Search them out. Ascertain what were their occupations before the war, and what style of employment they would prefer now. Advise them to begin labor as citizens at once. Show them how handy their little stock of money will be, if saved for a rainy day. Show yourself the friend of those who have done so much for you. Those returned veterans are conducting themselves nobly. They are winning golden opinions all over the State. It only remains for them to maintain this high reputation. To do this they must have employment. See that they obtain it.


            “When a superior race like ours,” said one of the chivalry to a “modest” looking Federal soldier, “comes in contact with an inferior race like the negroes, what do you think will be the result?” “Mulattoes,” was the ready answer of the Yank.


            The Price of Beef. – When gold went up, the price of beef went up, and when gold came down beef remained at the top-notch figures, and it still remains there and refuses to come down. There is a movement on foot in New York and other places to compel the butchers and speculators to lower the price of meats. Private Miles O’Reilly contributes some verses on the subject. We copy one of three stanzas:

“Pass the word along the line,
Let the butchers come to grief!
When we breakfast, sup or dine,
Let us shun the sight of beef!
Let it be as flesh of swine
Unto Israel’s strict believers;
And, til present rates decline,
Let us all be Anti-beefers!”


            An examination of the files will develop the fact that the journals who plead the strongest for the hanging of old John Brown five years ago, are now the most anxious that Jeff. Davis and his confreres should escape the same end. Why is it?


            Behind Time. – We are this week a few hours behind our regular time for going to press. This is owing in part to the all glorious Fourth, and other matters too numerous to mention. We wish, however, to say to our readers that punctuality is a virtue that we admire and endeavor to practice, and henceforth our subscribers in this city can rely on being served early on Friday morning, and those receiving by mail may always look for their paper in the mail leaving this city on that day.


            → S. J. Clarke & Co. are just in receipt of a large invoice of China Vases which they will dispose of cheap. Also a thousand and one notions to which they invite attention. Give them a call.


            A Splendid Colt. – Mr. C. J. Moore, living in Scotland township, about seven miles from the city, is the owner of one of the finest colts ever raised in this State. – This animal named young Diligence, was one year old last Monday, and weighed on that day nine hundred and thirty pounds. – He is a beautiful bay, of the Norman and Count Piper stock, and gives promise of being a very fast traveller. Mr. M. having a surplus of fine horses on hand, will sell young Diligence, and whoever secures ownership of him will be prouder of the animal than he could possibly be of the greenbacks that will buy him.


            → There were several horses injured in this city on the Fourth by the heat and hard driving, and we learn that some three or four died in consequence.


            Accident. – We learn that Mrs. Westfall, the mother of Dr. Westfall of this city, living about three miles north-east of this city, broke her arm on Sunday morning last. She was run over by an unruly calf, and falling met with the accident.


            → Mr. L. Stocker, a time worn resident of this city, has just returned from a visit to Germany, the place of his birth. He gives Macomb the preference over all other spots of ground on God’s green earth. He reports a large emigration from Germany to this country is going out.


            → Johnson has reduced the price of his goods, and announces that for the next thirty days he will sell at closing out prices. Now is an excellent chance for bargains. Mr. J. is making preparations to lay in the most extensive stock of goods for the Fall trade that was ever brought to Macomb.


            The PicNic at Industry. – The soldiers turned out in pretty good numbers at the Pic nic in Industry on Saturday last. There was some good speaking on the occasion by Rev. Mr. Window, of Littleton, and Col. Waters and Lieut. Simmons of this city. – There was a bountiful supply of provisions, and of the best quality, and the soldiers did ample justice to the good things. The party separated, citizens and soldiers mutually pleased with the exercises of the day.


            Take Notice Ladies. – If you want fancy and toilet articles go to the City Drug Store, and select from the largest stock there on hand. Call for almost any thing you want, and you will be apt to get it, at very reasonable rates.

Howe & Stevens’ family dye colors, and all other kinds of dye stuff in use. He keeps nothing but the best, and guarantees satisfaction.


            → A man named Spaulding, employed in Tinsley’s mill, had two of his fingers so mashed on Thursday as to require amputation. The operation was performed by Dr. Bayne.


            → The 10th and 16th Ill. regiments are to be mustered out forthwith.


            The Post Master General has addressed a circular letter to Postmasters requesting them in all the appointments within their gift to give the preference to competent disabled soldiers and sailors.


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: