The Shasta courier., 1863-11-07
Rebel Women.

Prentice, of the Louisville Journal. hay.
ing received a most vindictive letter from a
female rebel, publishes it in full, and gives
her IN return most terrific penlashing. from
which we extract the following:
Seriously, we have published the letter of
our female correspondent at Bloomfield Just
to show what sort Of thing the spirit of this
rebe lion can transform a woman into who
probably was once fair enough specimen
of human nature. If the rebellion were to
accomplish all the good that its craziest sup
porters ever hoped from it, it could never
compensate for 1.-THE of the evil it has done
in the single item of the Satanizaton of
the feelings, the passions, the whole ma.
lures of a portion of the American women.
The women of this country have been favor
ed from childhood above those of all other
countries of the earth they have enioyed
every blessing and every privilege that the
female heart in other quarters of the globe
ever dreamed of; they have grown up under
the noblest flag of all the world, flag that
shone as a star of heaven to them and a ter
rible bale fire TO their oountry's enemies n
flag to which the oppressed of all the worlds
monarchies and despotisms knelt, as they
might have knelt to the fiery cross seen by
Constantine in the sky and yet, when this
old flag, this honored and battle-worn flag,
in season ofthe mightiest prosperity, with
out the shadow of cause. without even pre-
text that the utmost human ingenuity could
make plausible. was assailed by disappointed
and maddened politicians. thousands and
tens of thousands of our women, not stopping
moment 10 enquire into the right or the
wrong became fiercer than the fercest men
ST tha rlOrif,uS ON hlap, nf n,,r
ity and in favor of rebellion with its whole
long and dreadful train of Internal horrors
We speak not now of all the rebel women but
we do speak of very many Of them. They
jeered at the old banner of stars given US by
our gray fathers wherever they beheld it.
They Hlocked it, they spit upon it. they
tramped it under foot, and were not asham
ed They seemed actuated by nothing but
an insane rage for change, novelty. innova
ton, revolution, anarchy, tragedy. ruin, des
ISOLATION. They hurled their words of fury
around them as a maniac would hurl Goals of
fire. They seemed to transcend, in their
taste for blood, even those female monsters
born of the French Revolution, who sat daily
around the guillotine, laughing and scoffing
as the cleaning steel descended and the
bloody beads rolled gaping upon the ground.
They literally compelled imnumerable men
acd boys, their own husbands, cousins, low
ers. brothers, sons, who would most gladly
have remained at home, to take up arms and
90 into the rebel armies. They are respon-
sble for the death Of thousands who have
perished Of sickness, toll, hunger, sword. bull
let and bayonet. Thousands of poor dear
tongues, mute in all things else, are contin-
ually bearing awful testimony against them
from far and unknown and undistinguishable
graves, and from plains and thickets and
bills and swamps where unburied skeletons
CLEAN with ghastly whiteness upon the earths
surface. We are sometimes unable to gaze
at the female incters of the terrible rebellion,
however comely they may be in form or fea-
ture, and realize at the moment that they are
human. Their eyes look to us like tomb fires,
their mouths like trenches for the dead. their
noses like heaps of bones, their bosoms like
tumuli over mortal dust, and the rose hues
upon their cheeks like the foul blood stains
of battle and massacre The whole atmos-
phere around them seems surcharged with
visible death and horror