Daily Ohio statesman. [volume] (Columbus, Ohio) 1855-1870, 1864-09-07
From the Chicago Times, Sept. IL
Mcclellan IL Nominated!

Mcclellan is nominated! Such were the
words that yesterday at the Amphitheater
awoke chorus In twenty thousand throats
whose mighty volume thundered away over
Lake Michigan, and shook among the streets
of Chicago like an earthquake. 1t was
mighty shout, which did not die here but
whose roar spread outward till its reyerber-
ations were beaten back by the Atlantic
and the Pacific. The grand chorus of Joy
that swelled out through the wooden walls
of the Amphitheater was caught up and re-
echoed in every city and hamlet from San
Francisco to Bangor. 1t was shout of de-
liverance-the Outspoken joy of an en-
slaved nation, who, after many years of
bloodshed and oppression, welcomed the
earnest of their redemption! 1t was such
sound of jubilation as went up from the
enslaved Israeltes when the Red Sea OPEN
ed its waters and showed them, through its
crystalline walls, freedom, happiness, and
manhood just before them.
Never was joy SO outspoken, so wide
spread, so heartfelt as that which yesterday
greeted the nomination of the nations
favorite. Changing bells, roaring cannons,
and human voice united to give the utter
ance such a welcome as men give only to
tidings which stir the fountains of joy to
their utmost depths. Why all this thun-
dering welcOme-why this tornado of
sound that burst in one momentall over the
length and breadth of this great nation?
Because it carried the assurance of coun-
try redeemed from the grasp OF, those who
are rushing it at headlong speed toward
the abyss of ruin. 1t was because when the
swift lightnings clicked the announcement
that mcclellan is nominated" men sud-
denly saw the great black war-clouds which
have so long rested upon this land roll away,
leaving beyond the blue skies and the glo-
rious sunlight OF PEACE! 1t was an utter
ance that in one moment turned the eyes of
the nation from the contemplation of a vast
graveyard, which has engulphed the youth,
strength and manhood of this afflicted peo-
pie, and bade them look little way ahead,
where there are no more graves, no more
death or desolation. A nation stood pelted
by storms which, for weary repetition OF
periods of forty days and nights, had ell
veloped them with darkness. The waters
had steadily risen around them, bearing
away i'm its embraces homes friends, pos
sessions. everything. Only here and there
were few hill-tops left, and upon these
the despairing remnants of a once mighty
nation were gathered, awaiting in stolid si-
lence the inevitable waters which swelled
about them higher and higher. There was
a sound of joy-they lifted their bowed
heads, and the storm was passing away, the
heavens were clear, blue, tender. smiling,
and in the eastern sky, 10 q! the golden bow
of promise, presaging that the storms have
gone forever! Why should the people not
shout when they saw this deliverance?
Mcclellan is nominated! There is tai
isman in the sound-an iconoclastic exor-
cism that dashes to pieces the cruel Moloch
who has devoured so many of our friends
and brothers. 1t is the first ringing blows
of the hammer, breaking the chains in
which nation has been bound for four
long years by the myrmidons of detesta-
BILE fanaticism.
Alas, that the sound which wakes the liv-
ing with joy, cannot quicken the dead!-
Alas, for our sons and brothers, that they,
too, cannot hear this anthem of deliverance.
Alas, that the mighty voice which pealed
over this nation yesterday cannot, like Ga
briefs trump, bid the memorable grave
yield up its precious contents, and give
back to our arms and firesides those slain
in this cruel, wicked contest! But it can
not, and therefore is our joy mingled with
sorrow, like the minor chords in the grand
Ambrosian hymn of joy, TIE Dsum lauda-
mus.
There is reason for great happiness, for
men believe that war, and oppression, and
sorrow, and suffering have fled away when
they hear the announcement that "MCCLEL-
IAN Ic NOMIN ATEDf'