Litchfield enquirer., 1862-10-30
orphsus C. Kerr thus writes from Washington

orphsus C. Kerr thus writes from Washington to the New York Sunday Mercury:
 Now is the time, my boy, for the idiotic Con- federacy te save himself, by returning penitent- ly to that bene6cient Government which would hays realized the millennium at half past two o'clock on the Fourth of July, 177e, but for the unsssmly villianly of the sccursed Black Repub- heans. many of whom are shortly to be hung
 That is to ssy such is the opinion of the Ven sfabls gentleman, whose benignant presence is believed to have proved the salvation of our dis. tracsed country in the Revolutionary War though can find nothing, except his protecting pasriarchal department toward all the present sniverss, to justify the idea that he ever bone. attsd anything. It soothes the human soul, my boy, to hear this Venerable man discoursing on the most trits subjects in tones and with an air calculated to bless all created things as with patsrDal benediction, Surrounded by number of his idolatrous national children, and standi ing in front of Willard's the other evening, he pointed faintly to . bright star over head, and says he:
 "That staris like our Country. That ssar," sass the venerable Cannon, witha meaningless smile of angalic purity. is like any star on our Flag aea.gA o1osds may hide t ia as ascending aeds, t is sfM knoUedso bs oscending."
 Then everybody felt cheered with the peace. ful conviction that Columbia waa saved at last i; and its my private belief, my boy-my private belief. that the attached populace looked upon this good old man as the one who had made the star.
 Yet, strange as it may seem, this venerable Benefactor made little mistake on Tue sday.- A sportive young chap came to him with ( newspaper in his hand, and says be: "Let me ses if you can tell, my Patsr Pasrias, what pa- per this article is in"-and proceeded to read ths following high. minded editorial:
 TREASON OF THE BLACK REPUBLICANS.
 True to their foul instincts. the Greely. Cheever and Wendell Phillips herd of trea son able fanatics are now accusing their Honest Old Abe of ruining the country. It was their votes that elected the rail-spliter. and now they turn tail upon him and howl maledctions because he will not carry out their fendish intents by creating . revolutionary guillotine in every Northern town and city. That blasphemous mountebank, Beecher. may as we'll cease his reasonable impiety at once for he and his ShaFps' rife crew are responsible for the present bankruptcy of the whole country, and the peo- pie will yet hold them to strict account for every drop of blood that has been and will be shed m this unnatural strife"
 When the sportive chap ceased reading, the Venerable Cannon waved his obese hand with the fond familiar air of . pleased benignity, and says he:
 -~0f course, I know what paper that is, my con. l know the ring of those sterling conser. vasive continents" says the Venerable Gam mon. with calm satisfaction. and an blessed in the knowledge that our loyal New York Her. sld is still true to the Constitution and to the principles of my old friend, Georgey Washing ton-or Old Wash, as he permitted me to sal him."
 The sportive chap softly picked his teeth with wisp from broom, and says he ;; |" But thi' sint the Herald at all, you dear old soul it's copy of the Richmond Whig." It was at thi very moment. my boy. that the Venerable Gam mon was first attacked by that dreadful eougl which put an end to all further conversation and has sincs excited the most fearful apprehen sion lset bereaved country should suddenly b called to mourn the untimely loss of its benig 51ol.