“Wait Till the Solders Return Home.”
At a meeting of the soldiers returning to their homes in Iowa, composed of detachments of the 2d, 3d, and 7, infantry regiments, held on board the steamer Keithsburg, they unanimously passed resolutions expressive of their views on regard to the political affairs of the state. The resolutions together with the names of the soldiers (two hundred and fifty in number,) were sent to a former captain in the volunteer service, who now resides in this city, and by him kindly shown to us.
The boys are very emphatic and decided in their opposition to conferring on the negroes the elective franchise, and declare they will vote for no candidates, for state or country officers, who stand on a platform in favor of striking out the word “white” from the article in our state constitution, on suffrage. This appears to be the almost universal opinion of the Iowa soldiers, as well as an overwhelming majority of the state, notwithstanding the republican party, by a vote of two to one, declared in their platform, lately adopted in their state convention, that it is a cardinal element of the republican party of Iowa, to give the negro the right to vote and hold office in this state that white men enjoy.
We regret that the want of space deprive us of the pleasure of publishing the proceedings of the soldiers meeting on board the Keithsburg, as well as the names of the soldier who participated in the same. – Keokuk Constitution.
Hurricane at Davenport.
The winds were let loose this morning at about 4 o’clock, and for a short time raged in a manner truly depreciating to real estate. A store house attached to Warren’s cooper shop, on Fifth and Warren streets, was blown over, and the empty flour barrels which it contained, scattered liberally about the city. Some were blown to the distance of half a mile.
Also, the wing of Charles Eckart’s residence, adjoining French and Davies’s mill, was blown off, considerable damage resulting.
The rood of Nos. 1, 2, 3, and 4, of the Bazaar block, a bortion of which struck the Charley Cheever, and damaged it somewhat, while sheets of tin roofing were carried as far as Camp McClellan. The damage to the building will be about $1,500, and will fall upon R. B. Hill and Putman & Rodgers. A Skeel will also lose about $100 in consequence of falling timbers. A number of limbs from locust trees were found lodged in the roof this morning, which could not have come from any nearer point that the Scott house.
The Charley Cheever, lying at the wharf when the tempest came, broke loose, and having no steam up, was rapidly driven toward the bridge, till an anchor was dropped.
The New Boston, now awaiting repairs at Rock Island, was blown from her moorings, up toward the Rock island slough.
At Moline, trees nearly a foot in diameter were twisted asunder, and along Duck creek, fences were torn up, and haystacks scattered in the most devastating manner.
At our levee, a reaper weighing nearly a thousand pounds, was moved over twenty feet, while Shepherd’s gallery was moved into the middle of the street in the mildest possible manner. The damage to the farmers in our vicinity must have been considerable, but we have not yet learned to what extent.
Post Office Changes.
On last Friday morning the citizens of this place was considerably surprised by the report that Mr. J. E. Wyne, the postmaster at Macomb, had been removed and one Jas. K. Magie appointed his successor. This change was so unlooked for that at first the report was not credited, but it was soon settled beyond a doubt that it was so. A short time ago a petition was put in circulation to have Mr. Wyne reappointed, and there was not a citizen of any consequence that did not sign it, and this petition was forward to the postmaster general, and the people of this place settled down in the belief that that official would not disregard the wishes of the people, but would reappoint Mr. Wyne. – While we recognize the right to change postmasters, yet, we think before a change is made that, at least, the political friends of the party in power should first be consulted, and their wishes regarded. We know whereof we speak when we say that James K. Magie could not get twelve men of his own political faith in Macomb to sign a petition to recommend him to that position or any other. We will here say that if Mr. Magie will call a meeting of the friends of the administration for the purpose of ascertaining the wishes of the people in this matter, and if he receives the votes of twelve men for that position, we will cheerfully acquiesce in his appointment. Yea, we will even go further and say that if he can fid six men who would favor his appointment we will surrender his objection on our part to his appointment, and we will venture that the citizens of Macomb will do the same. We have heard of but one charge made against Mr. Wyne by Mr. Magie or his stool pigeons, and that is that Mr. Wyne gave us a job of work which amounted to the enormous sum of TWO DOLLARS. A heinous crime, surely. But if it was to any comfort to the gentlemen we will make him a present of that tremendous amount. As things considering this is about the nearest action, in a small way, that the postmaster general has been guilty of. A more unfit appointment, or one more generally dissatisfied to the people of this city and vicinity, could not possibly have been made. Mr. Wyne made a good officer, and we venture to say that during his four years in the post office, no well-grounded complaint has been made of his official conduct. He is removed to make room for a man whose only recommendation is that he is an [?] and meanly corrupt negro shielding demagogue. The latter is well described in the epigram:
“A dog into a horse pond thrown,
Goes to the bottom like a stone;
But buoyant grown as putrefies;
He begins together to rot and rise;
And when at last to the surface he goes,
Each passer by must hold his nose.
So the low land vile in their proper sphere,
Infect the general atmosphere;
But raised above their natural place,
Become a nuisance and disgrace,
A stable man in the post office chair,
Offends the gods and pollutes the air.”
→ We again remind our readers that the eleventh exhibition of the McDonough County Agricultural Society will be held on the 27th, 28th, and 29th days of September next. In addition to the many other attractions, we notice that the society “hang out” a premium purse of $50 for the fastest pacer, and a purse of $25 sweepstakes, free for both pacers and trotters, the contest to be decided by each marvel speeding one mile. These are liberal premiums and will no doubt call out all the fast stock in this part of the country – including fast young men and pretty girls.
“Take my musket and perform my duty as a true and faithful soldier of my country.” – Magie’s Lamentations.
But you had not then thought of the [?] whenever the battle should begin in front.
“My heart and soul was in the work of subduing this rebellion,” “knowing that an office in the army was a very good thing.” – Magie’s Lamentations.
The man’s eyes doubtless “bugged out” almost as large as they did when he took refuge in the rear rank as the sound of villainous rebel salt petre in the advance.
Assassination. – W. C. Coup arrived in town yesterday with his collection of Wax Statuary, among which may be seen the President lying in state on the beautifully decorated catafalce; the President and wife and Booth in the act of shooting him, life size pictures of Jeff Davis, Booth and Payne. The tent is erected on the lots west of Brown’s Hotel, on Jackson street. Will be on exhibition this Friday only.
Dreadful Accident. – On Saturday last while Mr. William King, chief miller at the City Mills, was cleaning the elevator his clothing caught on the shaft of the wheat screen and not being able to extricate himself was thrown around in such a manner as to break both legs and arms. Medical assistance was called, but nothing could be done, and the poor man died about 1 o’clock p. m., after suffering intensely. The deceased leaves a wife and large family of children, who were entirely dependent upon him for support.
Returned. – Pur young friends Dr. W. H. Anderson and Jas. S. Gash have returned from their visit to Minnesota. They were delighted with the country and represent the climate to be just the thing. They say the wheat prospects were never better. They returned sooner than they anticipated, owing to the fact that they could procure no accommodations at the lakes.
The editor of the Journal is “oxfully” exercised because we seen proper to speak in praise of the soldiers in the late war, and because we proposed to have a monument built in honor of their services. The Journal man calls this “playing dog.” The Journal man was doubtless thinking about the way he got to the post office when he penned that article. We do not claim to be the only friend the soldiers have, but we do claim that we think as much of them as the man who would induce a soldier to take his paper and after the soldier was killed urge his comrades to make up the pitiful sum. Now who “plays dog?”
“I had a nice little arrangement prepared,” “the election of Hardin Hover was a surprise to me.” – Magie’s Lamentations.
It was certainly very [?] and stupid in the boys test to “disarm the prince,” and their [?] in the matter was certainly heightened by their electing a brickmaker over the polished and expectant Magie.
“I was waiting to receive their votes,” but “I felt disappointed.” – Magie’s Lamentations.
How mildly he states the great sorrow that encumbered his soul and which finally brought on that distressing “looseness of he bowels” which unnerved his belly on the battle field.
“I felt hurt.” – Magie’s Lamentations.
Yes, the diarrhea does gripe a fellow sometimes, and we are told that the music of rebel bullets “wasn’t a bit soothein’.”
→ Magie thinks he has sufficient capacity to take the post office. We should think he has after evacuating so many battlefields in the south.
“The Blandinville company lacked the number of men required to muster in, and so I joined this company.” – Magie’s Lamentations.
This is the first “flank movement” on record. It is too much to suppose that Grant and Sherman learned this brilliant manuevre from our unknown hero? And have they too, like Capt. Reynolds, ignored his distinguished services through “spite” and “political prejudice”?
“There were some who were lifted up above their natural and proper level.” “I was appointed sergeant.” – Magie’s Lamentations.
Magie is ot the first man who has been lifted by straps above his natural and proper level. They would have graced him better had they been placed across his back and bottom.