Vote the Whole Ticket.
Do not scratch your Ticket, but vote for every man on it. The candidates on the Democratic ticket are all good men – tried, true, faithful and honest – and will make efficient and reliable officers – a credit to the party who nominated them – an honor to the voters who elected them. Go to the polls on Tuesday bright and early; do your own voting, and devote the rest of the day to the interest and welfare of McDonough county. – Elect men who will be some little credit to the intelligence and public spirit of Old McDonough. Be faithful and vigilant to the interest of your county.
Be on Your Guard.
The Journal will appear this week in full blossom, well scented with foul slanders and the most unscrupulous falsehoods in regard to the Democratic candidates. It is in keeping with the character of that paper to throw out a batch of falsehoods on the eve of an election, knowing as it does, that the candidates nor their friends will have no opportunity before the election, of proving their falsity. If you read the Journal, make all necessary allowances for its lack of veracity, unless you know its assertions to be true. The editor of that paper would not stop short of slandering any man, if by so doing his party could gain a vote. Don’t listen to slander – for that is the weapon of rogues – and honest and upright citizens should not suffer gibberish to cause them to pause in the discharge of their highest and greatest duty.
Don’t be Decieved – Look at Your Ticket.
The Republicans will try every expedient in order to deceive voters, and will doubtless issue Tickets headed “Democratic County Ticket,” with the names of the Republican candidates below. This dodge will, perhaps, be resorted to, and we now warn every honest voter to look well to his Ticket, and see that it has every Democratic candidate’s name upon it. Get your Tickets at every precinct from men who you know are above deceiving you, and vote the whole Democratic Ticket – and nothing but the genuine.
Capt. Ervin and the Democracy.
A few years ago, Capt. Ervin objected to Douglas because the Little Giant was too much of an Abolitionists to suit him. He, accordingly, went over, hook, bob and sinker, to the Breckinridge Democracy, a party well known to be “sound on the goose.” Slavery was the Alpha and Omega of the Breckinridge party – and with this party the Captain affiliated, and went far enough to vote for its leader, John C. Breckinridge. He first deserted Douglas, then deserted Breckinridge, and the next move he makes, will be to knock at the door of Democratic party for readmission. In politics, he goes by jerks, like a toad jumping – everything by turns and nothing long, and from what we can learn, nobody is much astonished at anything he does, for
“Conscience and principles are made
To rise and fall, like other wares of trade.”
The Captain is now loyal candidate for County Clerk and if defeated – which he may rest assured will be the case – we venture to say that in less than a year he will be right square back on the Douglas platform. Then, if Breckinridge should fail in the pork business in Europe, and return to America and start another pro-slavery party, would he not (the aforesaid Captain candidate, we mean,) be quite likely to follow him on the “goose question?” We think his loyal friends had better watch him, should Breckinridge return.
“I was informed that hereafter my services would be required at Headquarters as the Private Secretary or clerk of the Colonel, at a slight advance of pay. The Colonel really did not need a clerk. For days together I had no duties to perform.” – Magie’s Army History.
At a “slight advance of pay” for “doing nothing? So you, too, have been playing a “loyal” game in the war. Pay for “DOING NOTHING” seems to be about the best recommendation a man can now-a-day’s furnish of ‘pluperfect’ loyalty.
“When I saw my companions busy at drilling, working upon fortifications, doing guard and picket duty, I felt ashamed of myself, as I thought I ought to bear my share of their burdens.” – Magie’s Army History.
No doubt you did; but was you ashamed enough to induce you to refuse a “SLIGHT ADVANCE OF PAY” for “doing nothing?” Where did that “slight advance” come from? That’s the question, my Lord?
“This little riding pony was one of the captured animals. It was turned over to me, or rather loaned to me, for my use in carrying the mails.” – Magie’s Army History.
So you have had something to with the “mails?” Did you have anything to do with “black mail?” You have, doubtless, had as many hair-breadth escapes in your eventful life, in crossing streams, &c., as the noted Gil Blas, whose deep caverns and labyrinthian shades have astonished the most celebrated French tourists.
“The late editor of the Eagle, in introducing the new editor, boasted that he had had two presses broken up – one by the rebels, and one by the radicals. So then, he has been on both sides and has friends in neither.” – Journal.
You are partly right! Only we were mobbed both times by rebels – once by Jeff. Davis’ rebels, and once by “good loyal rebels” like yourself. We have never had any friends in the “rebel army,” neither have we any friends in the thieving, plundering, mobocratic party, who arrogate to themselves all the “LOYALTY” – at the same time trampling the laws under their unhallowed feet. We have “friends in neither.” We wish we could say the same of you. “Oh, loyalty! – what crimes are committed in thy name!”
The “Loyal” Speak at Industry.
What was Done and What was Said.
YE ‘LOYAL’ MAN GETS CORNERED.
Groans and Hisses for Ye ‘Loyal!’
THE POETS WAKED UP!
On Tuesday night, October 24th, the good people of Industry were honored with the august presence of the ne plus ultra of loyalty in this county, to wit: Captain L. A. Simmons, Captain William Ervin, and Captain James K. Magie, of the Journal. These military dignitaries, whose loyalty is of the ultra standard, after prowling about the town in search of some gullable person who had a vote to spare them, concluded that inasmuch as no one of their friends in that locality had tendered them hospitality for the ‘inner man,’ that they would make a reconnaisance in the direction of a “copperhead” house. We are glad to hear that they were handsomely cared for. To them it did then appear that “the weary sun hath made a golden set,” and being brim full of speech, they each – we mean the military trio – repaired to some convenient building where they each might feast upon an extraordinary display of bombastus furioso, in three parts. The Middletown Orator made his grand debut, and spoke his piece without the least interruption from the – prompter. He made a few wry faces, and several severe attempts at theatrical oratory, reminding one of the familiar lines of Holmes:
“Not all the pumice of the polish’d town
Can smooth the roughness of the barnyard clown;
Rich, honored, titled, he betrays his race
By this one mark – he’s awkward in the face.
He spoke from memory one or two Chapter’s from his History of the 84th, and then barely squinted at his Middletown speech. – Having really spoken his piece at Middletown he thought it necessary to intimate to his hearers that he then didn’t know –
“Whether the snake that made the track,
Was going South or going back.”
His Middletown speech was a thing of the past. He did not feel like repeating the sentiments as set forth in that celebrated effort of his life, but that a few lines in Butler’s Hudibras, expressed the ruling principle which had governed him. It is in these words:
“He therefore wisely cast about,
All ways he could, t’ save his throat,
And hither came t’ observe and smoke
What courses other riskers took;
And to his utmost do his best
To save himself, and hang the rest.”
A rebel sympathizer in the crowd then quoted a few lines from Shakespeare’s King John, during which the Middletown Orator turned his back upon the auditory, and “smothered upon the wall the crimson flush which mantled his cheek.” Said the rebel:
“Hast thou not spoke like thunder on my side?
Been sworn my soldier? bidding me depend
Upon thy stars, thy fortune, and they strength?
And dost thou now fall over to my foes?
Thou wear’st a lion’s hide! doff it for shame,
And hang a calf’s skin on those recreant limbs.”
Not relishing that style of poetry, the Middletown Orator then turned his face to the audience, and went into a moderate display of spread eagle eloquence; but failing to confine himself to the true state of “matters and things in general,” a few soldiers present brought out the “tiger,” after which they gave Mr. Orator a few cheers – not chairs – consisting in part of loud hissing and caterwaulings, which drowned completely the eloquence of the speaker. Amid the shouts, “tigers,” hissing and caterwauling, the Orator subsided, being quite disgusted with the style of the loyalty of the soldiers in that locality. Before closing his remarks, however, a citizen of Industry, Mr. Joseph Harkrader put a few pertinent questions to the Orator, which seemed to very much worry ye loyal candidate. He was handled without gloves by Mr. Harkrader, and got himself into a dilemma from which he failed to extricate himself satisfactorily to his friends.
The Journal man then mounted the rostrum with a view of helping his loyal candidate out of the scrape. He began a tirade of abuse against democrats in general, and said that though he had said many hard things against the Middletown Orator, the time had now come for action, and that he now wished to say to the audience that he considered Mr. Simmons a thorough loyal man. He said his candidate had been fully converted to the loyal faith, and hoped all loyal men would vote for the Middletown Orator.
“His talk is like a stream which runs
With rapid change from to rocks to roses;
He slips from politics to puns,
Passes from Mahomet to Moses.
Beginning with the laws that keep
The planets in their radiant courses,
And ending with some precept deep,
For dressing eels or shoeing horses.
The loyal editor then went on and told a little joke – (he is decidedly a great joker,) – about a steamboat captain and an Irishman, during which the audience dismissed themselves unceremoniously, leaving the editorial joker and his candidates almost alone in their glory. Capt. Erwin did not feel very big with speech on that occasion, as there were several Breckenridge democrats present.
What Democrats Have to Carry.
Where the “Treason” Belongs.
The heaviest load that the Democracy of McDonough have to carry, is the Treason belched forth by the Middletown Orator. He was then a member of the Democratic party, and took occasion to “speak considerably on his own hook,” a practice which he has not forgotten to this day. On one occasion, he mounted the rostrum at Middletown, belched forth a rhodamontade of Treason, and but for one or two Democrats interceding in his behalf, he would have been mobbed, and dragged from the stand by the loyal people of that place. He now asks the loyal people of Middletown to vote for him – the loyal candidate for Judge. All the Treason that this man has belched forth, the Democracy now have to shoulder, and his treasonable utterances are now being mouthed about and charged upon the whole Democratic party of the county. The Journal even, has, with an utter disregard for justice, copied copious exracts from the Middletown speech of this man, and heralded them forth as being editorials from the Eagle. This is about as dastardly an outrage as has ever been committed upon the true principles of journalism, and the Democrats have to carry it, because the Orator then belonged to their party. We hope thereafter, that if the Journal publishes such Treasonable language, that it will credit it where it really belongs – to the Middletown Orator – and not to the editorial columns of the Eagle.
The following “pictur” of the loyal man we find in the Journal:
Simmons in a New Character. – On Wednesday night, L. A. SIMMONS, an Attorney in this place, made a villainous speech at Middletown, in this county, urging Democrats to keep out of all military organizations, characterizing the war as an abolition foray, and declaring that he had but little sympathy for the South and less for the North. A short time ago this same Simmons devoted nearly an entire night to playing ten pins with Tinsley’s negro engineer, much to the “niggers” misfortune, if reports be true, for we learn that the negro was very promptly dismissed for being caught in bad company. Which Simmons, John or L. A.? – [Macomb Journal, April 26th, 1861, edited by Magie & Nichols.]
Small Pox. – The Bushnell Press of the 1st inst., says there is a few cases of Small Pox in that place, and that precautionary measures have been taken to prevent the malady spreading.
Who to Vote For.
→ Do you want a man for County Judge who is every way qualified to discharge the important duties of that position, and who would give our County Court character at home and abroad? If so, vote for William H. Jackson.
→ Do you want a man for County Clerk who is honest, upright and capable, and one who will discharge his duties with credit to himself and honor to the County? If so, vote for James Morris Chase.
→ Do you want a man for County Treasurer who knows how to be honest, how to be faithful, and whose motto is “good will to all mankind?” If so, vote for John W. Westfall.
→ Do you want a man elected for the Office of County Superintendent of Schools, who is deserving of the Office, every way capable of discharging its duties, and whose “childhood days” have been passed in Old McDonough? If so, vote for Theodore L. Kendrick.
→ Do you want a man elected Surveyor of your County who thoroughly understands the responsibilities of the Office, and who will give entire satisfaction in the discharge of his official duties? If so, vote for Joseph E. Morris.
Eagle Job Office. – We are prepared to execute on very short notice, every variety of plain and ornamental Job Printing. – We have spared no pains or expense to make this department of our establishment fully up to the demands of the public, and those who favor us with their patronage, can rest assured that their work will be done promptly, in the best workman like manner, and at the most reasonable prices. Give us a call, examine our work, and judge for yourselves.
History of the 84th. – Mr. Simmons has failed to hand in any MSS for this issue. His time is doubtless too much engaged in the arduous duties of a political campaign to give much attention to writing. After the 7th inst., he will have plenty of leisure to prepare his MSS. If we thought he was going to “play off on us,” we would be certain not to vote for him. As Mrs. Partington would say, “these newspapers are queer institutes, especially when one’s a canderdate.”
Fine Cabbage. – Mrs. W. H. Jones will please accept our thanks for two very large and excellent heads of cabbage.
Change of Firm. – The card of Drs. Bane & McDavitt, successors to Stewart & McDavitt, will be found in today’s paper. – Dr. G. H. Bane, served four years as Surgeon of the 115th Ills. Volunteers, and has acquired the reputation of being a very skillful and scientific Surgeon. The new firm have our best wishes.
Although the Election is the principle topic of conversation in this city at the present time, yet the people do not forget the beautiful Store of our young friends S. J. Clarke & Co., as their Store is doing as thriving a business as one could wish. Reason they advertise largely, sell cheap, and keep a full supply of everything in their line of trade. Among the new books just received , we notice “The Story of the Great March,” by Maj. Ward Nickols, aid de camp to Gen. Sherman; “Queen of the Country;” “Iquibbob Papers;” “Irving’s Complete Works;” “Bayard Taylor’s Complete Works,” &c., &c.
Found. – On the 27th of October, 1865, one Saddle and two Bridles, which the owner can have by proving property, and paying charges.
ISAAC F. CLINE.
There has been a great call for the famous Brush Hat. C. M. Ray has a fine supply, both Black and Brown. Whilst looking through his Store, we see he has a fine lot of Ladies’ Furs, which he is selling at last year’s prices, together with a very fine line of Men’s Boy’s and Youth Fur Caps, Collars and Gloves. Buck Gloves, Gauntlets and Mittens in great variety.
How to Make a Paradise. – Buy one acre of ground. Fence it. Build a neat cottage on it. Marry an angel in hoops, and take her home to the cottage. Go home to the cottage yourself. Buy your goods of those who advertise – they sell cheapest. Be industrious, read the Eagle, vote the Democratic ticket, and live upright before God and man, and you have gained all the original happiness that has survived the fall.