The daily Gate City. [volume] (Keokuk, Iowa) 1855-1916, 1862-08-09
An Appeal from Tennessee L.y.li..

An Appeal from Tennessee LoyAlists.
IFrom the Nashville Patriot. August I'd.
Months and months ago-has it been
twelvemonth7- the President told his
countrymen that he intended IS the exc
cutive of the republic to put his foot
down firmly" 1t Was not to be the deli
cate pat of the dancers foot a. be glides
along with ETHEREAL and noiseless motion,
but rather the solid and ponderous
stroke Of the elephants foot, which would
make the very ground tremble under its
weight. Months have glided blythe re
bellion still rapcs-the deadly smell of
battle is in the air, and blood and gun
powder faint every breeze--aud thous-
ands Of true hearts have become strange
" still and cold on the field of carnage.
Never. oh never more shall we look upon
the faces Of Baker and Lyon and Win
throp, whose eyes darkened with the film
of death while they fought for the glori-
Gus old flag. They offered up their lives
and liberties for others-many OF whom,
we fear, are not worth the precious sacri-
6ce And treason RACES, and traitors are
insolent, and loyal men are inanlted plum
dered and exiled, and the land groans in
anguish. 1t is the darkest night of time.
Never was such a nation racked with
such agony. Mr.. President, do you still
hesitate to strike our enemies? Do you
still dream of the possibility of concilia-
ting men who tell you with sneers and
furious imprecations that they will not be
conciiatedy Danish the idle dream, and
grid your joins for action. The rebels
are making vigorous, determined. earnest
war, and we are hestating and undecided
If we trifle thus much longer the nation is
lost beyond redemption, the stars and
bars will foot indeed from the dome Of the
federal capital" as secretary Walker
boosted, and Toombs will call the roll Of
his slaves in the shadow of Bunker Hill
Monument. If we falter now, at what
point of degradation and dishonor, may
we hope to stop? Why may not the
Northwest, the great Middle States and
New England bow to the unresisted guer-
rillas of JEFF Davis. who will ride over
the whole country as triumphAntly as the
army of MahometY The Eastern papers
announce that there viii be no complaint
henceforward Of lack Of vigor in prose-
cutting the war; the president has % de-
clared. We hope tho declaration may be
verified. Lei the president put his foot
down firmly" 1t is ungraceful as we'll
as fatiguing to stand for months at a
time, with one leg poised in mid air. like
shivering rooster on cold day. It
would be bad attitude for a historical
portrait, for the president to be sketched
with his legs forming figure four, or the
outline of little h, with the fofelsg trun-
Gated. Ii would be bad attitude, we
say. and we hope the president won't
adopt it himself, nor allow any Of his
subordinates TO do 80. We would rather
see the cabinet and all the major and
brigadiel generals, and soldiers in the
army, represented a. movable statuary,
working their feet up and down vigor.
ously to the music Of the Union. St
Vitus dance would be preferable to the
stand still policy. The men who ut th.
beginning of the rebellion, said that il
would never do to coerce, and that ",
must expostulate with the traitors whs
were seeking to STAY us, are now remon
strating against the adoption Of more
vigorous policy. They insist that things
arc going on exactly right, that this is ,
constitutional war and that the presiden,
must still continue to balance himself on
one leg; then if all this fail, that W
mus: acknowledge the Southern confedera.
cy. Disregard all such oounssllors, Mr.
: President. Never in the history OF any
great revolution did you read Of the sue.
cess ofa vascillating, compromise policv
Compromise and revolutions are moon.
patible; they will not mix; you can nc
more combine them than you can combine
i oil and water. Down with your foot, Mr.
Lincoln! We wait anxiously to see i,
descend like agigantic trip hammer upor
the head OF that treason which Is robbinp
US Of peace. safety. freedom, and prop.
erty and life. Are We slaves-dastards
craven hearted beings--serfs who an
doomed TO crouch in abject servitnde te
Davis, and Beauregard, and Valandighau,