The evening Argus. [volume] (Rock Island, Ill.) 1861-1871, 1865-12-02

better able to decide upon mans guilt or Inno-
cence than twelve educated military ofhcesf''
OF course not There never should have
been any trial by jury. Ii is all a mistake.
So are civil courts and judges. Twelve mil
itary officers should dispense military JUS
tice" everywhere and to everybody. How
could we have been stupid as not to see it
| from the rst?-N. Y. Tribune.
The Newspapers Monologue on its Birth
day.
Thirty-6ve is not always an age of profess
sion, but newspaper need not blush to own
it. That a bright memory when, with
our good morning" all abroad, the Oath of
| November, 1880, we became a daily newsps-
| per. Mind you, it is the Louisville Journal
who speaks-not one Of the several some
what "grizzled" young fellows CONNECTED"
as they are proud to say, with US. just now
| we forget the connection let them stroke
their boards to their bosoms and brush the
stray locks OF their shining baldness-they
may be passing seventy, but thirty five is our
| heyday of life
| Yet, after alive may safely confess it
we are growing old. Thirty-ive years ara
half the chance of Time. At thirty men
| enter the halfway house. In whose eastward
| chambers are dreams of youth from whose
| front windows the forecast of age. This
/ halfway house, its sign board pathetic with
numerals, is on the sunniest top of life-bs
hind are the eager and early harvests. before
and way below are the white harvests, the
| ripening fruits, and the Reaper. But you
will say. jealous reader, that q newspaper
may live a thousand years. and what to it are
thirty-fve? We thank you.
| they are much In the Past /; let them be
! little in our Future.
Our funeral bells shall not ring this morn
| ing, yet there is something mourntul In re-
! joicings at renewed birthdays, for they recall
the old ones. So, we Imagine, those sea-
sons which latterly are made so much of,
the silver and golden weddings, ARE saddened,
| somewhat in the same manner by the regrets
of youth and young freshness, and the divin-
er warmth of the first wedding-to which ma
ture brought her costliest gifts of ecstasy, and
| TO which no precious metal nor priceless stone
shall give a name. While it is pleasure,
therefore, for US to feel our friends gathering
around US and wishing US many returns of
our lucky day, good sight to our eyes and
| good digestion in our columns, there Is
sadness also for those whose faces we shall
| miss whose voices shall not be heard In words
of graduation and sympathy.
For newspaper, God bless US, thinks of
many grave yards and has its friends it's
warm and strong and dear Ones and they
pass away.
Let US not name our own for they are mum.
berless we shall refer you to our mouldered
su bscri ptiOn books ask not for their ad-
dress-their old and once familiar address,
look at the outwork post-offce directories
Many of them, how many. have removed
where President ohnson has no power TO ap-
point postmasters, where Governor Dennison
finds no communication open aud makes no
designations. IT was pathetic and strange
ly human sentence of DR., johnson, when he
said, I'VE shall receive no letters in the
grave" And newspaper may feel poign-
antly the sad reflection that we can receive
no subscriptions from the grave. No news
papers have been issued for, and no mail con-
tracts made with the grim passenger boat.
Friends of thirty five years, how many of
you are reading over your breakfast cups,
or in your counting rooms, this mornipg?-
How many of you remember our original and
genuine birthday? Let US greet you, and
have your mutual sympathy. For have we
not a mutual feeling? Many of those years
which seem little TO a newspapers future,
are great to our common memories. And the
melancholy that we feel goes more tenderly
through your hearts. Look at the figures rs
they stand lS3O-l865; thirty five years
are between these mile stones. How many
of vou we repeat, remember to have passed
with us the first? 1t was glad time,
"The harvests glow'd
And the earth danced in heavens new light
These years are put away more feelIngly
10 your hearts than they have been In our
columns-wth all their varied circumstances
of life, and death. event and accident, growth
and changes.
And let US not forget (perhaps you. reader,
never cared to know those who have been
our servants at home and abroad, Printers !,
we do not cease TO remember your busy and
careful hands-how you have melted away
like the fonts you distributed Editors, show
your vauquished faces again above the fresh
exchaug es--without You what were we?-
a There is BUT one to-day---of the many that ye
have been-who has seen your procession
: passing through all those DAYS into which we
have not failed to accompany the sun
: Newsbnys, the newspapers wise children,
take our blessing. You still our ian
morning" immortals. and
"Never grow old nor change nor pass away"
All, we feel that ours has been pleasant life
8 with these ministers, public and private; anC
= what journeys nail-carriers, have we gone with
you what q" hair breadth escapes" have had
9 to meet our MYRIAD friends in their distan
i homes; not, of late years, with tramphng engine
= and hurrying car, but long ago, with romance
Q (dusted or frost-bitten,) in the stage-coach, Of
l. with adventure and daring-through wood ant
n water-course, and along mountain paths-on hor
= | ses OF mettle
= This reminds you, reader, that once told
" you in sixweeks the chronicles of to-day; now
TO-DAY when the Great Eastern shall have done
as much successful wire-pulling some of our
9 old political friends and foes accomplished in
their day) is likely to find its worldwide history
y in dressing gown and slippers, with cigar and