New-York daily tribune. [volume] (New-York [N.Y.]) 1842-1866, 1860-12-13
WRITER AND FIGHTER.

much as an ounce Of powder, he begins to be
really respectable maeiactor Southern newspa-
pers, the product of ierocious penmanship, you
would think were written as the great Scotch
chief threatened to write the epitaph of Charles
l.. in blood if you did not know that the tiald
actually employed was ink, and very bad ink Mt
that. Such stuff az we are compelled for our
Olenses to read in these Southern sheets can
have but one name, and that ia the cant one OF
"highfalutn.' Everything must be desperate
in revolution which is the product OF suci
lurid leading articles. Here, for instance (and
one example will be as good as thousand), Is
the editor of The AUGUSTA (Ga.) Dispatch be-
ginning sonorous screed in the following fierce
way: "Now is the time for the South to enter
"upon the hood-tidc of a glorious destiny.
Now this sounds savagely sweet, aud would an
swer exceedingly well for the commencement OF
a college Grafton, but will some one who is cum
ming in commentary be good enough TO tell us
"glorous destiny ?" The author of Ham
LET and other plays did indeed say something Of
q tide in the affairs of men which, taken at The
food leads on to fortune. That we can, even
with our moderate sense, understand.
But destiny cannot be the tide, and
the tide cannot be the destiny, any more
than New-York can be Long Island Sound, or
rice rersa. But better is coming. Let the
" demon of Abolition" continues this excited
man, and the lightweight of Federal bounty
"enthrall us no more" Here is a pretty CO.
partnership, to be sure Demon and Dead
weight We think that We can comprehend that
a Demon may be Dead-weght-as in the case,
for instance, of a nightmare after too much Still
ton and beer for supper; but We cannot under
stand how bounty can be q lightweight to o
man with his eyes open. We wish somebody
would try to ruin us in that way. II is curious
to read this imaginative gentleman when he
talks of the syren influences of Federal favor"
We thought that the hard lot of the South the
cnging curse imposed by stony stepmOther,
had been mary favor" We thought the Union
had been to her sheer poverty and insdt--that
che was familiar only with fraud aud the even
tenors of hard usage Are we now to be told
by one of her own gifted sons that she has been
petted into insolvency, cOdded into weakness,
and INDUCED by the fond Federal parent to her
own destruction? "Ab" says our reader,
you know that the writer did not mean that"
Then, we ask, in state Of mental distrac-
ton what did he mean Nothing" some
sagacious nterposer replies o, very well, we
subioin, if he meant nothing it must be frankly
confessed that he has admirably accomplished his
purpose. Our mistake was in surprising that he
did mean something And it was rather a
fragrant one, we must allow. This ready and
ruddy writer is such Sphinx, such veritable
child of chimera, that we will have nothing
more TO do with him.
For we have found pet, fayorite, we can
understand, sanguinary -soued SOutiIroI in
whom is no bother, and who will murder us
without mOuthing His name is Wieford OR.
p, and Tennessee is his nation; Murfreesboro
is his dwelling-pace and powder his salvation.
There ia no nonsense about Willelord. He
means what he says, and he says slaughter.
Bloody nOses-these are what he intends.
Cracked crOwns-thesc are what he VIII grd-
clously dispense. He will allow the coup de
by distiIng into ones Inflated ears hogshcads Of
fluid nonsense. He is a fighter, thank Mars
and not writer. He will put us out of our
misery at once. He sends his card--a curiosity
of shortnefs-to The Charleston Is. c. Mercury.
1t would be shame and scandal to the virtue
of taciturniiy (rarc in these youble days. not to
print his card. So here It is:
"MUKrRgEsB0Ro Tenn, November %.
There some thirty Of Us who have Joined the Minute
Men in this city, and ready a. any moment you h?9d
men, bat regardless Of party South and Will
ing to equip ourselves. You may depend upon Tennec, the
Your. R.P. wILLEFoRD.
p ST. not much Of a writer, but an, lighter"
Now we call that mastery There is a sort
OF Spartan breyity about it which argues whole
cataracs of future gore. Here III some half
dozen lues, how much is said, and how much
to the purpose You see, if all these stalwart
men, thirty in number, had all written letters of
equal length, there would have been only about one
hundred and eighty lines in all employed in an
nouncing the existence Of one OF the most impOs-
ing military cOnfederacies since the days of the
Forty Thieves. 1t will be OF small use to talk Of
Tacitus, or LacOn, or any other short-spOken per-
sOnhgt, AFTER inns. III OTeNlly DC lhc sOul Ol VIII,
why this Admirable Wileford is all soul. kind
OF disembOdied Blaior-G General. " am not
"mucb Of writer" quoth he. Z" But an
fighter" So we should think. Ii Luthers word
was haf-battle Willeford's is fully twO-thirds
Of the same thing. Egad with what solemn and
stern silence will he march TO the contest, with
a carbine at his back, with bowie knife be.
tween bis teeth, with revolver in his sinister
with broadsword in his dexter, and with a
niger behind him carrying an arnful Of spare
rifles
Cab is great. Pure palavers sometimes mighty