New-York daily tribune. [volume] (New-York [N.Y.]) 1842-1866, 1865-09-01

We never more to hear OF Yankees
tarred and feathered for reading this
modest and entertaining newspaper Shall we
no longer have the bowie-knife and revolver
in our Senate chamberl Are these modest and
half.starved people who hang around the White
House with applications for pardon-we can 60
no further. Pardon! Chivalry and Pardon
Has il come to this The noble scion oil the
house of "Tolliver'-the hope and pride OF the
Rhetts--hangng around the White House to
nropitiate that mudsll, Andy Johnson! Is
there wrath in Heaven that such things 60 IN
punished Is this company Of seedy gentlemen
who cluster around the New-York Hotel, the last
of their racel We hope they pay their bills III
gold, or perhaps the generous Boniface OF that
hostelry disdains gold or greenbacks and recog-
nizes the loved Confederacy by giving meat and
drink for its notes. We are afraid the good Old
Southern gentleman will only live in plays and
novels. After all, is this not the fate OF most OF
us? We rebel-we fight battles-we perform
great decisive are conquered and hanged,
amid the sympathies of a generous world.
Requisscant in pace! "The rope was tied
wretchedly, and the dying patriot moved his
limbs fitfully," and so on, until some bookworm
digs up songs and relics and fables! Here S
I to the King"-may he have his own again. Our
remembrances of the Jacobite rebellion are con-
fined to a few song-books and ballads and ro-
mances. And so it will be with our poor South
ern Confederacy. Never again shall we see the
Southern gentleman parading down Broadway,
with tribe of boot-lcking cotton-dealers after
him. He has passed away, until Someauthor OF
Waverey sixty years hence finds proper to
paint him in novel.
If this author wants material for such work,
let him By no means neglect fragment that
lies before us-dug up from Rebel ruin by
some prying Yankee, and duly forwarded to the
archives OF The TRIBUNE. 1t is modest
pamphlet Of twenty eight pages, and is the Ora
ton of Edward III. Tenny, Attorney at-Law,
Nashville, on the anniversary Of the Declare
ton of Independence, at Rome, Tennessee,
printed in Rome, and sold at twenty-five
cents per copy" If we are ever to have a book
about the unique and humorous in American
literature, Tenny's Grafton must occupy aproml-
nent place 1t is the best specimen we have
seen of the unadorued Southern eloquence OF
the old school-better even than Pollard, or
Daniel. or Pryor or even Henry A. Wise, who
must be living life of misery somewhere, as
we miss his unfailing and unendng letters.
Tenny represents the eloquence of the Southern
school, He was a man like Yancey--exuber.
ant, far-reaching, comprehensive, sublime
How exqusitely this reminds us of the past
Venerable as the revolving epoch in our
anniversaries Of freedom is this avalanche of
time. Venerable as the abacus on the citadel
of greatness thou well-spring Of hope. Home
stead Of Liberty, We venerate thy habitaton.
, Monument of immortality, we adorate thy
worth Pharos Of ages We hail the glimmer-
ings mid the cataracts of life. Almanac of our
country, we would utter thy welcome with
sercnest awe Alas for our degener-
ate Puritan blood no such richness
of fancy and feeling remains to us. Coarse,
rude people, like Phillips or Beecher, would prob
ably find some more vulgar word than "abacus
and made Pharos the plain Lighthouse that it
was. Not so Tenny! His genius soars-lke the
uniettered eagles-SleepeSs at the approach
Of thy footsteps" of which he speaks. How
nobly he impresSes us with the duty we owe
our fathers ave must fabricate in ourhearts
mausoleums to their memory. We must drop
ourselves upon the pallid margin Of Seventy-six
and, emptied of prejudice, lean upon the gales,
freighted as they are with cargoes of misery,
wet with tears from the battlements of Canada
to the batteries of Georgia. We must listen TO
the floating walls and lamentations of orphans
and widows of tories and patriots, drifting
through our valleys, all bloating with the govt
of oriental prostitution Who calls Elijah
Pogram a caricature after this
Il Tenny does not fail to remind the world of
its shortcomings. Our "posthumouS neglect" is
inexcusable; but in this We are glad to know
that We are not alone. "The ashes of Julius
Caesar entered the bung- hole of II beer-barrel."
Hamlet imagined such contingency, but
Tenny seems to know all about it. THE
heart of Napoleon was borne from the dissect-
ing room of an Englishman 10 the mouth of a
rat.hole." Remember that, gentlemen of En-
gland, when you insist we shall not have salts
faction out of Davis, nor hang anybody. There
are men in our history whom monuments can
never honor. eve will not speak of Daniel
Taylor, of his detection and stomach of the
emetc and bullet in whose periphery lay his
passage to another world, yet the prodigality of