The daily Green Mountain freeman. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1861-1865, 1862-06-03
What a Loyal Tennesseean Thinks.

The following letter, addressed by Capt.
WIN. Driver, of Nashville to one of his
brothers in this city, we are permitted to
publish. 1t is interesting, as presenting the
views IF one who has passed through the fiery
furnace OF rebellion, seven times heated, and
whose memorable baptism Of the flag he so
loves as 'OId Glory has been universally
accepted. 1t will please his old townsnen to
learn there is "a prospect that he may soon re-
visit his native city, after an absence Of more
than IA quarter of IL century, and that they
will have the pleasure OF taking the true and
tried patriot by the hand again
NASHVILLE, May |, 1862.
BR. GEORGE: Never was a
greater mistake made by man than to hope
by mild means to kill treason particularly
treason like the present one, tn, offspring Of
luxury, Incidence and insanity. The hot son
Of the South is not the generator Of noble,
glorious, God-like charities. The lion, the
tiger, the anaconda, the constructor and the
asp, are peculiar creations of the torrid zone,
where man is a creature OF fiery passions or
hateful Incidence. Heaven. born charity is Of
the temperate zone, where man is free: even
though ID the sweat oil his brow he doth eat
bread, no table of his is loaded with tear
stained food. Glorious glorious liberty |
love thee o. how | love thee.
Excuse me, brother, this is no place for me-
! scorn this heritage, it is no place for me =
| am New Eng lander; the blood of the
Puritan is in my veins, and no change Of
place or circumstances can root it out. The
spirit OF our fathers seems to hover around Inc.
| cannot be traitor il would. | cannot
say Amen to oppression cen though it would
fill my purse with gold | love to stand poor
and almost alone as have here amid the
storm o, mad men: it gives wings and mus
Giles to the soul and fits it for its home with
God. Brother. We shall meet there at last,
and then he # the song Of reasoned millions,
made doubly free by the dcsolating storm
which nos hull, around our hearth stones.
The hand Of God is in it, and his right hand
directs it. Ethiopia, the oppressed, will soon
lit up her hands to God Wy din eyes,
piercing through the midst OF coming tine,
catch CLEAN of light along the dark horizon
OF our country. My ears catch the distant
swelling notes which once, of old, filled hca
ven with their thrilling sound - Sound the
loud timbreI DER Egypt's dark sea-Jehovah
is mighty, his people are Tree.
1t is more than useless to think this war
will end until the cause thereof is removed.
That cause is 100 plain to need comment here,
us slacery the muzzling OF the mouth of
the OK, which treadeth out the corn. The
cry OF the hreIing whose wages have been
kept back has reached the throne of God, and
the hour of retribution is come The gold Of
the North, which is accessory to wrong, is
sunk in the Red Sea of war. The South will
be desoato indeed Not even the Union men
on whose lintels and doorposts is found the
blood Of past Affections for conscience sake,
will escape the common ruin all have sin
ned and common ruin will fall on all. Here
is no Goshen land the few who abode here
and defcd the fiery traitor blast will die of
poverty and neglect, whilst skulking towards
who ran away will fill every place OF bread.
BE it SO. | say Amen, If people are there
by made free.
Your brother, WIN. DRIVER