Holmes County farmer. [volume] (Millersburg, Ohio) 1857-1926, 1864-10-06
LfuCOln,s Victims.

We publish to-day list of men drafted in
this district, as far as possible for us to OBJ
tain up to the hour Of going to press
Head 1t over, freemen of America, and see
your certain doom. Read the names of your
friends and neghbors who are, by the tyrant
and widow. maker, torn from their homes
their friends-their families and their hopes;
not to fight for the Union or the Constitu.
ton, but to be slaughtered in behalf of the
negro.
Look ut the list of men who came to this
country from Ireland-trom Norway--from
Germany not to offer up their lives on the
altarof Abolition ineompetency and misrule,
but to make hones-to educate their chill
dren, and to die in land of freedom.
Where are they now?
Safe in the grip of Aboltionism!
What will become of their families?
Look ut the widows and orphans in the
streets for an answer.
For what are these men to fight?
Read what Lincoln says; that this war
must go on till slavery is abolished
Of what benefit will they be to the nation?
Go and ask the piles of bones bleaching
all over the South-go ask the weeds which
grow rank and green over the piles of decay
ing dead on battefelds-go peer into the
hospitals of the North and the prisons of
the South for answers.
W no will be benefited by this draft-this
tearing men away from home and from life?
Go ask the office holders, who ride while
taxpayers walk-whose pockets are full
while yours are empty-whose families fout
their soiled silks and gay plumage in the
faces OF poor people, with elevated nose and
air of disdan.
Good bye, men of poverty Farewell,
honest tlIlGrs Of the soil-ndustrious me-
chanics. We shall read of your sacrifie, as
Others have been sacrificed by Lincoln, in
this niger crusade, and some day will see
your white bones bleaching on the soil your
warm life blood has enriched.
You voted for Lincoln.
You wanted this test of power.
You listened tolthe glib tongue of those
who promised so much.
Where are they?
Holding fat offices, living in idlcness, and
still electioneering for Lincoln.
Where are you?
Drafted
Torn from your homes.
Snatched from all you hold dear, and
marked for the slaughter-not to save our
Union-not to restore seeded states-notto
fight for the Constitution, but to die IN heaps
in the foolish, vain, wicked and impossible
attempt to break down the sacred barriers of
the Constitution and to abolish slavery
Weep! we women of the West
Howl yo orphaned BARNS
In silence sit in sorrow and in tears, gentle
maidens, whose lovers will be cold in the
arms Of Death before they ever do in yours.
Bow down your heads, mothers, for your
loved and petted sons go forth never more
to return.
Steady your tottering limbs, old men,
for the pride and support Of your decling
years is being marched to the Valley Of
Death.
Coop BYE!
Farewell, deluded citizens.
For years we have warned you of this, vet
you would vote for the power that crushes
you into the earth, and hurrah at the bid of
the men who arc as quiet in their offices as
you soon will be-as million and a half of
your brethren are today--in silent graves.
Vote for Lincoln
Hurrah for the tyrant who robs your
family OF their support-who makes widows
ofyour .wives-prostitutes of your daugh-
tiers, and sickenng bone heaps Of your now
living temples of manhood
Weep! Wall Mourn Hug poverty
still closer to your heart, for the one you love
goes to bask in the sunshine of Abe-lition.
ism, and to die for the niger.
Toll! Sweat Mourn! Pay taxes =
Starve
Has not the tyrant on the throne said that
this war shall go on-not for the suppress
ion Of the rebellion, but for the abolition of
slavery?
Kiss your loved ones Hold them to
your hearts. Let broken sobs speak the
agony words cannot. Hope on, for hope
gives comfort. Press some little gift into
the hands of those who are torn from you.
Kiss them for the last time Look upon
the manly form you have loved, for soon
you will know him but in memory.
Weep! Wall Mourn then vote for
Lincoln, and in three months you can have
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