Lynchburg daily Virginian. [volume] (Lynchburg [Va.]) 1852-1861, 1855-03-15
The Moral Of It

Aile M )idl Oi II
Between the hours of one and four O clock yes
terday. sunday, there we're, orc quite certain,
full three times AZ many men crowded and crow
ding int broadway, Us France and Great Brit
ain sent out last summer,tu lay siege to Sobastu-
pol. Blecckcr street exhibited II similar specta.
Gle. and nenrlv all the thoroaghiAres contiguous
were equally alive with human bring4,-and all
hurrymg 10 witness certainly one Of the strang-
est. and ia every respect, most extraordinary
spectaccs ever witnessed in the city of New
York II was not Il disordcrlv, drunken, mis-
ccllanpous crowa, TINT needed an augmentation
of police force 10 keep il in order 1t was neither
the scum Of the 2polis, nor the rabhlc of thu
/ suburb. In the maln, II waS=on the contrary
/ "A well-hehnyed, wnl- dressed, ,crupulou~y de
! corous. nay. indeed, very solemn, sober out
! pouring of the massc, the "hcttrr." For with
! al, quieter Sunday was never known. There
| vert no more arrests than usual no street fight
| ing, no corner brawis. order N the midst of
that heaving, swelling surge of humanity order
was never, 50 10 speak, on all hands, so much the
"oidcr of the day"
what was ii all aboutlr stranger might ask
Some great mau gone to his inal reckoning
Some public benefaetor, whose memory New York
desired tn honorl \ mighty warrior, perhaps,
whose remains patriotic community were. en-
masSe, cscorting 10 the tombl-ur. seeing the
coffin of the dead mau wrapped up N the folds of
/ the national standard with the stars and stripes
! snrbuulllE anu uuplhlhS il -dp'Nf N 'tlo"-WhS
it some venerable patriot, whose blood was
poured out for the liberty of his country in some
of her struggles with foreign toe,-is it such a
man, whose name and fame, and services have
thus moved. with common mpalsc. these
myriads, to play, every man his silent part, in
| the extraordinary demonstration of the da,
! No.--the monrners went about the streets for
/ no such man bill Poole was not a great llnn,"
! in the ordinary acceptaton of the term. lie
only Bill Poole, the butcher. We believe
he never considered in any sense Il public
/ heneaotor' lie not n soldier We do not
learn that he ever shed his blood upon the battle
feld,-but (mark9 il lras the CONNECTION baSta pD-
his dying declaration that he,as an 4megir.In.
had his blood shed To satisfy the reageaare Of u
set Of frish,' ichich Gated forth from tn pfopie
Of This city the orertcheimng and orershad5toiao
manifestation Of yesterday. Americans, we be
Aeye, do not assemble together spontaneously BY
the hundreds of thousands, as thoy did on thi.
occasion To defy the memory OF u mere pagilis
or shoulder hitter" The mystery. if there can
be IN intelligent minds any my stery about it, was
all explained by the memorable death bed seoti-
ment of the deceased, hlazoned in characters ,s
black as night upon the canopy which covered the
coffin
81 DIE A TRUE ASERICASll "
That is the history of it all 1t tells why a
quarter of u million of citizens left their homes
| and fresdes to build up 5 it were living wall
on both sides OF the street, along which the nor
tai remains of the murdered might pass, in honor