The weekly north Iowa times. [volume] (McGregor, Iowa) 1857-1867, 1861-04-17

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If any credit can be given to the tel-lie-
graphic dispatches that come to us, tho
bloody god of war is about to hold high
carnival in our once happy and peaceful
country. Commerce is to be the prey of
the pirate, the ocean is to echo with the
sound Of hostile cannon, navies will ride
the wave in search OF flying merchantmen,
invading armies will devastatc rich plains
and fruitful valleys, flames will wrap cities
and villages in their devourng embrace, the
busy hum of machinery will be silenced,
and ten thousand factory wheels will rot
while their operators are marching to the
soul stirring music Of the martial fife and
drum from one field Of slaughter to another
The garments rolled in the blood of revo-.
lutionary heroes have not passed away
before contending armies of brothers min
gle in the dreadful shock of battle over the
hallowed graves of Washington and Sum-
ter. The Federal City is camp, with
frowning cannon and glittering bayoncts
ranged along its streets and posted amid
the halls Of Congress, which even yet echo
with the eloquence of Webster, Clay,
and an Adams.
Knots Of people gathered on the Street
corners, talk Of war, of battles, and seiges
as fippantly as though it were holiday
sport and the subject Of a jest, and not the
greatest calamity that ever bef,ll Il nation.
War with a foreign power is bad enough,
but when neighbor lies in wait for neigbor,
brother stabs at the heart Of brother, and
men of common ancestry murder, rob and
plumber each other at the paternal hearth
stone, it is surely time for good men to pray
that bitter cup like this may pass from US.
Who can read the history Of the French
Revolution and not weep over the recital.
When one faction struggled to overpower
another and thousands Of the noblest hearts
of the empire beat their last throb beneath
the blade of the guillotine; when the pris-
ons grew foul with crowded inmates; when
Vendome, the most beautiful of provinces,
with its its waving fields of grain, its low
ing herds and its happy people was reduced
to desert; its inhabitants driven to des-
pair, and fleeing from banded assassins,
were driven for refuge to the caves and
forests, finding there hiding plsce to lay
their emaciated forms, until starvation and
death freed them from their enemies. Lib
erty had degenerated to anarchy; anarchy
resulted in prescription, until the strong
arm Of tyrant alone could save the
!! nation from self-destructon. Go read the
history of that dreadful time, and you can
see as in the glass Of prophecy the
shifting scenes that are in store for u.s.
You can read ta<esho Jacobinical hatred
between the Radicals and the Mountain, in
the sullen Robispere, the gloomy Marat and
bloody Danton urging the excited populace
to madness, until the streets Of Washing
ton will be barricaded camp, and its tho
roughfares run with the blood of those who
have attempted to stay the mad torrent of
sectional hatred and partisan malignity.-
Another Madam Roland will stand upon
Capitol Hill, her neck barred for the keen
edge Of the guilotine, looking down on the
rabtlc who clamor for her innocent blood,
while high and clear above the storm Of
Kisses from the mob, will ring out the words
-" Oh, Liberty how many crimes are
committed in thy name" With devastat-
ed States, cities laid in ashes, with the
| plough-share fashioned into weapons Of
death, and the laborer into the soldier, the
untitled fields will no more blush with the
ripening harvcsts, commerce and manufac-
I lures will vanish, and the gaunt form of
famine will stalk in the streets or hide in
the dens Of poverty and despair.
lie who dares to lift further the veil OF
the future, will see ambition placing its
iron heel OIL the PROSTATE neck of the peo.
pie and on the ruins ef the republic, erect
ing the last refuge from civil war;, the
throne Of military dictator. Who will not
pause on the verge Of this dread abyss,
who will not raise his voice and bid the
| winds and the waves of discord -" Peace
DC STILL
| PEABODY.--This celebrated American
Banker in London, was reported to have
written that American securities and credit
depended on coercivc measures towards TIT
South; the fighting cock papers and writer
of the North quoted Mr.. Peabody with i'm