The Union and journal. [volume] (Biddeford, Me.) 1858-1882, 1863-12-04
Gbe Wnion &gournal.
CORRESPONDENCE.

DEAR JOURNAL: :-Once more the echoes
have been wakcncd, once more, through the
medium of the immaculate "Democrat" the
thrilling numbers of "Copperhcad" fall up.
on our enrapturcd ears in column of lam
entations, plaintivc. wo.begone, lugubrious,
strikingly in contrast with the gay and fes-
tive strains which issued from the polite pen
of that poetical reptile, not many weeks
since. upon the occasion memorable in the
annals of this town, when, as was touching
ly and elegantly set forth "the Reps were
served up dead" &c. This enlvcning fact
seems to have been lost sight OF for moment,
and hcart,broken sighs" and brny tears and
woful laments have taken the place of the
iubilant glec with which that brilliant re-
suit was greeted. This is cheering. For
when traitors and copperheads lament, hon.
est men and loyal may thank the Lord and
take courage. "Coming events cast their
shadows before" and there can be no trucr
indication of the swift destruction which is
fastening upon JEFF. Davis and his southern
brethren. than the sighings and cryings OF
these their northern allies. And, of truth,
thcy have cause for bitter lamentations
Recreant TO every principle OF honor and
patriotism, dcserters from their country 8
cause in her hour of peril, conniving at her
destruction IN secret plottings with her open
and more honorable foes. they will live to
see their names Kissing and by-word
among tho nations, and to feel the poignant
truth that their memory will be legacy OF
adherence to their children
But one CLEAN of hope according to their
gifted mouth-picce, lights the darkness OF
despair which cnshrowds their waning hours.
Though their hearts are "crushed, sore with
grief" dumb with agony. and otherwise
considerably used up, yet. could this be the
"dying honor" Of the Abolitionists, their
bruised and fainting spirits would revive in
to newness of life. "Then would they sing"
then would their "griof be turned into joy"
then would they don the garment of praise
and doff the spirit of heaviness. Vain and
delusiye hopol clay not that aattering
JUNCTION to your souls" for tho principles
represented by the men whom you childish.
ly attempt to stigmatize by an appclation
which has already become a title OF honor,
shall live long years after you shall have fallen
into your disgraced and pitiIul graves In
dignatiOn soitens into pity. as we contem.
plato the weight OF undying inlamy you
have called down upon your heads, to be
lifted there from no more forever. This ma
ton shall yet emerge IRON the conflict which
you have assisted in bringing upon it, as one
christcned but not killed, and, in a higher
development OF moral excellence and u no
bier standard of national Justice, the glory
of her past shall pale beside the grandcr
glory OF her future, but you will have no
part nor lot in it. The world shall ring
with plaudits, but not for you. Dcspiscd
by the present, spurncd by future genera
tious, your names will live through coming
years only rs memcntoes tO those who como
after you, of the depth OF degradation, dis
honor and reproach which men reap from
such seed sowing as yours. Well may you
"lament" indeed, for sin and sorrow arc
cause and effect, and therefore forever in
seplrablo.
In the literary gems under consideration,
we arc informed, in brief interval of calm.
ness between paroxysms OF sobs and salt
tears, that the Union might have been im-
perishable, "had tho States been unmolcsted
and their sons been counted men," Alas
it's pity. What hard hearted Abram to
molcst tho lively State Of South Carolina in
her pleasant and engaging pastimc of stary-
Ing out the U. 5. garrison at Fort Sumter
Aud when the oppressed sons Of the South
had signifed their disapproval Of his inter
ference by firing upon his ships, and attack.
Ing tho Fort with a valiant force not more
than about Il hundred times as great as tho
garrison. and turning their amiablc faces
toward Washington, prepared to enter and
take possession, how inexcusibly tyranical
and dcspotic was it in father Abram not to
come Immediately down the White House
steps, and bowing himself before the injured
inoccnrs, deliver the national capital into
their chivalrOus hands. Aud that they
should be "molcstcd' in their favoritc diver.
sion of hanging, burning and bu,chcring
Union men, is dreadful to think of. In the
words Of thc poet, "can We wonder that
they risc?"