Wood County reporter. [volume] (Grand Rapids [i.e. Wisconsin Rapids], Wis.) 1857-1923, 1863-04-30
ssCrushed Truth" and ssWounded Error.o

from the Cnlcago IIloune.
The amiable American bard made a
valuable addition to the list of poetical
quotations, in the fine couplet,
ssTruth crushed to earth will rise again,
The eternal years of God are hers"
1t is doubtless the case. But we have
sometimes questioned whether Truth
would not, alter some years experience,
on the whole, prefer to discontinue that
advertisement. This assuring everybody
that there is no need of helping Truth, or
at all events, no hurry in doing so, has
got Truth some very bad falls. If she has
not seen herself slain in the streets, she
has many time before Tuesday last, been
very badly laid out in the ballot boxes
Note, too, the rest of Mr.. Bryant's stanza.
"But Error wounded wri.hes in pain,
And dies among her aoorshlppers."
That is, her fellows stick by her to the
last. No postponement of the duty with
them. They have no guarantee that Error
is mail clad, or that the whole eternity OF
God is given it for its vicissitudes of tri-
umph and disaster. So they bolster her
up, tie on the Topped limbs, fit in glass
eyes to replace lost ones, and have even
been known to embalm the whole defunct
body, and stand by it long after the real
demise. That is the way Error fares
among her friends.
But as for Truth, men see her rolling in
the mud: --..: e..
Can that be- Truth? ?"
sob, yes" bellows a locker on from
the sidewalk, probably from his counting
room window, That is Truth. She'll
rise again, never mind her. She'll come
out all right. God is on her side. John,
roll in that bale of hops" So Truth per.
naps has to be helped away, for the time,
to e charity hospital, where sure enough
Gods angels tend her till she comes out
as good as new.
THE ATTACK ON CHARLEsToN-I'he 7ae1
Style Of WaJare.-The Philadelphia
Press correspondent who witnessed the
attack of our iron clads On Fort Sumter
says:
The tools wherewith men manufacture
history have been improved beneath the
magic touch of science; and now we see
nothing of grim visaged war" but G
massive stone fortress, and some half 8
dozen black spots, which we presume to
be the monitors; and dense clouds Of
smoke. There is little else for the keen.
est eye to see; little else for the bodies,
Imagination to ground pleasure in; lit
tie else for the most vivid fancy to grasp
or the most graphic pencil to record il
striking colors. For an affair destined te
stir the heart of the nation to its depths
and to survive in the memory of men, as
long as history shall live, it was astonish-
ingly tame ard prosy. If the iron clad'
had been mere calculating machines, an6
were simply vieing with Forts Sumter
and Moultrie to work ont problem o
arithmetic, it would have possessed almos
as much interest, except, OF course, IN thu
associations connected with it, and the re
suits anticipated to flow from it, For
Beauregard, for instance, would fire fiv
guns, like country schoolmaster givini
out an easy SUM to the monitors, tha
stood ranged in row like pupils. The
tie Weehawken or the Passaic would
silent for five or ten minutes, hesitating t
speak, as though befogged by the smoke
Having been silent long enough to recko
up the matter on their fingers, as it wer'
they would roar out an answer, and NOV
forward little nearer to the head"
an unsentimental observer, it must hay
verged slightly on the confines OF tediun
but still it was historical, aud consequeI.
" must have been sublime.