Western Reserve chronicle. [volume] (Warren, Ohio) 1855-1921, 1860-12-12
MRS. JONES ON ELECTION.
Nov. %, 1860.

Nov. %, 1860.
Messrs Editors of the ChrOaicle:-Well
Election is over; the great commotiOn IS
ended, the bOisterous waves of political life
are Lushed to a momentary calm, and I
feel like breaking forth in the sublime Ian.
guage of a Western Orator "'feIle1 citizens
hurrah, new crisis have arriv'" &c
If any poor creatures in this great nation
have cause to rejoice, it is the women, not
only because Lincoln is elected, but because
the great question is finally settled.-I
declare it has been enough to provoke,
well-anything but a woman,-the kind
of life we have beez compelled to live for
the past few months. Just think Of it;
when eur other halves come home frem
town, and we were half wild to hear Of a
fight, or fire, or runaway, or anything but
politics, We must have our poor brains
crazed and our ears wearied with con-
glomerated muss of ''oberdedicta, popular
sovereignty. irrepressible conflicts, pacihca-
tiOn bills, Dred Scott decisions, cOmprom-
ises," and long list of other big words
that have little or no interest to US Then
too, we have lived in perpetual fear, know
ing that the poor fellows were liable at
any hour or moment to sudden attacks of
a rush of politics to the head, which was
sure to cause burst of eloquence, or in
dignation; and how did we know what the
consequences might be? But the worst
feature in the case is this, when they have
have been off Wide AWaking around the
country and we have been obliged to form
a kind of growing company of go to sleeps,
at home. without even being invited Outin
midnight procession, or a torch light
march. Well, as a writer says, ''thanks
to the Constitution, there cannot be anoth-
er presidential election for four years.
1 am sure 1 wish it was forty. l do sup
pose if there was ever a human being who
deserves pity it is the man who looks for
ward to election day as the day that de-
cidcs his political fate for the time being;
it is that man whose hopes of Office are
based upon the minds of the masses,
foundation that a breath of SANDER, or false
hood will sway until his frail hopes are
scattered, and fall like dead leaves at his
feet Such has become the custom of our
country that in order to obtain any of the
thousand places of trust in the gift of the
people, man must often compromise his
feelings and self respect, he must throw of
his dignity, disguise his contempt and dis,
likes, he must graduate his thoughts and
language down to the capacity of the uned-
ucated, in short he must be all things to
all men, and then lays sleepless Of nights
that he has not done up the
agreeable sufficiently to some bloat, or
Ioafer. But it is well for the veal of our
nation that We have men firm and true,
who will neither sacrifice principle, or man
hood, or virtue upon the altar of fame.
though such are like angel visits. But
lfter all it cannot be more trying pcsis
ion to be an Office seeker than to be the
wife of one. 1 suppose have faint idea
# what the feelings of Mrs. Lincoln and
Mrs Douglas were, during the late cam
'aign, for l shall never forget what l suf-
cred with alternate hopes and fears the
inc that Mr.. Jones permitted the people
# our town to use his name as candidate
or constable l told him. then, hoped
Vhen his term of Office expired, he would
etire from public life, and pass the re-
nainder of his days in peace and quiet
less am not certain, after all, that our
ejoicing on account Of the excitement
cling over has not been little premature.
Or now We hear nothing but wars and
umOrS OF wars, secession, nulllhcatlon,
nd disuniOn, and our peaceful dreams
lust be disturbed by nightmare visions Of
rmies of red coats, of booming cannon and
ashing steel. But we must hope for the
est Perhaps were the shade of John
rown, or a few northern men, and COW
r two, to appear in South Carolina, and
eorgia, that they might exert soothing
Ihuence on the warlike preparations, and
luse the spirit of disunion, like a dove Of
sace, to smooth its rufled plumage, fold
$ half Aedged wings, and nestle for its
crnal rest, in the heart, of those frey
,utherners.