Gold Hill daily news. [volume] (Gold Hill, N.T. [Nev.]) 1863-1882, 1864-10-29
WHO CRY FOR PEAcEP

The following extract, from sermon
delivered at Plymouth Church, Brooklyn,
on the 18th of September last, by the Rev.
R. D. Hitchcock, D. D., is splendid dis
sertation on the cries for "peace" that
are now the campaign cry of the Copper
heads:
"Cries of peace are on the wind. We
heard them at the start. We have heard
them all along. We hear them now louder
than ever. But cries Of peace from whom,
and to whom? Some are the prayers OF all
the saints ascending since the war began,
that God will be pleased, in his own good
time, TO send US peace by righteousness, so
that it may be lasting peace. But no cry is
heard as yet from the rebels in arms, who
might have peace Tomorrow BY simply
throwing down their weapons and striking
their flag. Nocry as yet from our brave boys,
their blue jackets fragrant with the smell OF
victories. No CRY from the bloody graves Of
fallen heroes, who would as gladly fight and
die again for the old flag. No cry even from
widows and orphans, who have lost all they
had to lose, and now only pray it may not
have been in vain. Nowhere any cry lowe
hear, but from the lips OF rebels not in arms,
or who, il not rebels, are the dupes and tools
of rebels, doing the work Of rebels, and doing
il better now aud here than though they had
followed their hearts down over the lines.
These are the men who now cry for peace at
any price, peace on the instant BY the ground
ing Of our arms, when they know, some Of
them, better than we, for they have learned
it from Richmond, that the rebellion is on
the verge Of grounding its arms. Peace, they
cry, as over a drawn battle, when they know
the battle is nearly finished in victory.
Peace, they cry, when they know that peace
now, without another blow, would be sub
stantially the triumph Of our foes.
Some of these men who cry for peace are
bold, bad men; as bold and as bad as Cata-
line. Others are only sensual and sordid.
not willing to pay blood and gold for truth,
freedum and righteousness. Others are only
timid, shrinking from further trial. Others,
tired but not timid, are only mistaken, hon.
estly thinking the war can be ended IN no
other way, Others, again, are only the rank
and file Of old political organizations, who
know no other voice than that of their old
shepherds. Taking them all together their
name is legion. They are found in all por-
tons Of the loyal States, and in numbers are
probably about as strong, relatively, as the
tories OF the Revolution; perhaps little
stronger. They are now, by the confession
Of the rebels themselves, the forlorn hope of
their Contederacy. Foreign Intervention was
abandoned long ago as an idle dream. The
rebellion is standing literally on its last legs;
it has conscripted everything it'could lay its
hands on that could be Of any use to it be
tween the cradle and the grave. The recruit
ing drum beat would not be more out Of
place in the churchyards than in the streets
Of most OF the Southern towns. A few thous-
ands OF men more on our side, and the thing
is ended. Peace would then come, not By an
armistice. which would lead to no peace that
could last, but by victories. so overwhelming
and conclusive that no man anywhere would
dare to challenge the result. So says the
Lieutenant, General of our armies, God bless
him for his sublime tenacity Of purpose, for
his steadfast faith, for his many victories.
So say all our best Generals. So say all our
best soldiers. And the rebels know it to be
true. Only one hope now sustains them, and
that is their hope Of seeing yet, at the elev-
enth hour, divided and palsied North. ..