The Camden daily journal. [volume] (Camden, S.C.) 1864-1864, 1864-08-02
Field Marshal Santa ANNA.


|, Field Marshal Santa Anna.
Don Antonia Lopez dc Santa Anna. who has
been appointed Field Marshal by Maximiliau
Is always turning up. lie is an elastic and ir-
represslble football Of destiny. In his inter
view with Gen. Houston, after the battle Of San
Jaclnto, lie said: General, You can afford to
be generous; you arc born to,no common des.
tiny, you have conquered the Napoleon Of the
West" 1t must be admitted that. after many
vicissitudes of fortune, he is now, if not Napo-
leon, next bat one to Napoleon's hephew. which
is coming considerably nearer to NAPOLEON than
most who lay claim to that title. ~
For more than forty years Santa Anna has
been soldier, and among the many Generals
OF Mexico none have approached him in genius
and energy. Maxinilian, who has no doubt
repeated OF late that part of his studies which
includes the New World, must be we'll acaua;nt-
cd with the brilliant ard eccentric career of
tins military and political comet Possibly he
has not overlooked, the fact that the first En-
pcror of Mexico, lturbide, was assisted to the
! throne In 1929 by Santa Anna, who served
under him and had been his great friend. lii
one year after he had helped to put Iturbide
III, he put him out. Maximilan is, PERHAPS.
also aware that history sometimes repeats
ITSELF
lhat Is his concern and not ours The South
ern Conicdrracy has no particular reason to
carc.w !cthcr the "Napolcun of the West'' or
The Napoleon of the East finally pockets the
stakes OF Empire. -Ric1tmond Di1utcA.
We rccoynizc the graceful pen OF orlr poet,
friend Timro'l III the suLjoined SKETCH 1t is
not oftc" that .''& paragraphs aro found in
local columns:
Norut*G !-Tllcro arc few moro beautiful
views between the mountains and the scaLoarj
THAN that one which may be obtained from the
brow Of Arsenal Hill. The park at your feet,
the skirts Of the town pecrin" bcyon.} il
through the trees, further on Il Collection Of
siop'ng green fields and then what looks like Il
vast cNpallsc OF forest, ending only with the
horizon. These form scene which, if con-
celvcd and executed by painter, would be
pronounced rs no altogether commonplace or
1nharmonIous creation. From some parts Of
the slight elevation, you catch, also, glimpse
OF the Congarec and though it is the mcrest
glimpse, it does not fail to impart that com.
pletcn'ss to the landscape which it would have
lacked but for the presence Of water. The
Charm OF the scene is occasionally heightened
IN certain hazy states of the atmosphere, by
one OF those illusions with which The fancy
lsves to cheat itself, when the gazcr, lending
himself to the suggestions of the misty distance,
can hardly: resist the belief that just beyond the
circle of his vision-almost at the very foot of
the last trees which shut in the view-the2
ocean, in all its summer gentlcness, kisses
white gIistening beach with murmerss that al
most reach his ear. Such dreamer stood on
that spot short half hour ago, whence, after
hearkcning for few minutes, with a vain en-
deavor to gather its meaning, to breeze which
seemed to. be whispering some deep secret of
the sea, he turned slowly and reluctantly in
direction which brought him at last to the dark
and dismal place where he has just indited this
empty sketch, to meet the "devil's" insatianle
demand for copy, aud to fill a vacant niche in
the local column J
Most men love the conflicting sex, and all
men love to be told they d6.