The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1863-08-14
For what are we Fighting?

The democracy entertain She purpose of
restoring the Union as 1t acas. But what
is the administration fighting for now? +
it for the restoration Of the Union we all
profess to love so much, or is it for the
purpose of freeing the negro population Of
the south
Almost any republican you meet on the
streets holds up his hands in horror when
told that we are expending our blood and
treasure for the sole purpose of freeing the
negro. But for what else does the party
in power prosecute the war! Ask any re-
publican Won meet, if he is willing that the
southern states should return as states un
der the constitution he is professedly sac
riticing so much 10 preserve, and what
would his answer be ? 1t would be this
Not one Of these rebellous states shall ev-
or return with the right to hold slaves
But you might argue, this destroys their
rights of internal government, which the
other states north of certain line sti! re-
serve to themselves; there would be con
sequently no equality, and of course, no
Union As it was formerly and the result
must be that these states would be held ny
military force, as conquered provinces.
Would this be our old Union or would
it be desirable under any circumstances
The sole answer to this would be, "The
rebels are Id rebels, and any man who
talks as you do is no better"
And such are the purposes Of the repub
lican party and such its method of meet
ing all objections urged against the threat
ened destruction of the government
Mil,raukee News
ct WAS MY MorIER's.-A company Of
poor children who had been gathered out of
the alleys and garrets Of the city, were pre-
pairing for their departure to new and dis
tant homes in the West. Just before the
time for the starting the cars, one of the
boys was noticed aside from the others, and
apparently very busy with cast off gar
ment.
The superintendent stepped up TO linn,
and found be was cutting small piece out
of the patched lining. Il proved to be his
old jacket, which, having beer replaced by
a new one, had been thrown away.
There was no time to be lost. Come
John, comet said the superintendent !;
what are you going TO do with tn. o,u
piece of calco!'
spl-
lease, sir, said John. 4 am cutting
it out to take with me Ny dear, dead
mother put the lining into this old jacket
for me. This was piece of her dress, and
it is all | shall have to remember her By y
And as the poor boy thought of that
dear mothers love, and of he sad death
bed scene, in the OLD carret where she died
! he covered his face with his hands, and
sobbed as if bis heart would break
Bat the train was about leaving, and
John thrust the little piece of calico into
his bosom, 'to remember his mother, bur
ried into ear, and was soon far away from
the place where he had seen so much sor
| row.
Many an eye has noistened as the story
of this orphan boy has been told ant
m any heart has prayed that the God 0
the fatherless and motherIess wou,nd la hi
friend. II loved his mother, and we can
not but believe hat he oleyed her and wa
a faithful child. 7r
Will our little readers, whose parents
are yet spared to them, always try to show
their love by cheerful obedience knowing
that this is pleasing to the Lorda VII
the boys, especially, always be aH'ectionat'
and kind to their motherss