Gallipolis journal. [volume] (Gallipolis, Ohio) 1837-1919, 1865-09-28

tWho that looks about him, can doubt that
the desolated fields, condragrated cities, muir
dered inhabitants and the overthrow of the
fairest fabric of human government, that ever
rose to animate the hopes of civilized man,
are the work of abolition zealots Look upon
your hands-ye fanaticsl! They are red with
the blood of your countrymen."
In the Dispatch of Sept 9th, 1864,
we find the following mos: atrocious
and infamous language which every
reader will concede as worthy of
Booth the murderer of Mr.. Lincoln,
IL it were possible to add additional
infany to his memory. Yet no man
in Gallipolis, on the day of Mr. Lin
coins funeral, gave stronger ortsrard
signs of gnef, than the knaye who
wrote this extract from an article
charging President Lincoln with the
cruel treatment of our prisoners at
Andersonyille.
"And yet this modern Nero, this
cold cruel, unfeeling monster, the
widow maker of the nineteenth GEN.
tury, who amid the shrieks and
groans of the wounded and dying,
calls upon his clown to sing for his
amusement, "Picayune Butler" and
while the troubled air is laden with
the walls of anguish and death from
our famished prisoners amuses him
self and friends by telling the '1ast
JOKE" now has the supreme effronto
ry. TO come before the American peo-
pie as a Candidate for reelection.
Is there man, not an Office holder
or contractor, who is so lost to all
sense of humanity, so dead to every
instinct of virtue and justice, as to
wish to perpetuate this ''reign of ter
ror," by placing again in power, such
fiendish imbeciles.
Oh Monster, 'if every funeral bough
OF thine be hung with crimes to foul to name;
Accused Of millions; if already thou,
Watched by mute vengeance and indignant
shame,
Art putting forth thy buds of blood and
flame,
What will thy fruitage be?
Thine own fruits will consume thee IN thy
pride
may thy inbred flame blast ndugh but THEE,
When burns the beacon which the blind shall
see." NJ"
There. For the present we close.
Soldiers we ask you to read careful
ly the above extracts, most of them
written, and all published by the
sanction OF Henry NJ. Onderdonk,
and the balance of the gang who
claim to own the Dispateh office. Re-
member this was all said and written
when you were at the front, risking
life and every thing else, for the
safety of these unmitigated skunks
who now come fawning around you
for your votes. Nor are these selec-
tions made with care. We could fill
our paper with many still worse than
these. Whilst they were being pub
lished we took no notice of them,
prefering to await your return and
show you how they supported your
cause. We knew that such curses
Like chickens, would come home to
roost." There they are. When you
have carefully read and studied them
then by way of letting yourselves
down easily, read the following en-
dorsement of Vallandigham, which
appeared il the Dispatch of the 18th
January, 1864:
"The great warm patriotic heart of the
| country beats in unison with that of the Pat
riot exile. His noble and unselfsh sacrifices
for constitutional liberty his untiring labors
in behalf Of his distressed eOuntrymen, will
survive the mutations of time, and as the
memory of Young Emmett and Burke is still
venerated aud revered in ireland, and that Of
William Tell by the hardy Swiss peasantry,
so will VallandigEam, be remem bered by
posterity, and their graf eful sons and daugh-
tiers will ever hallow the name of the man
who so manfully battled for their heritage"
There soldiers, is specimen brick
for you. The man who boasted that
he ''never voted a man, or dollar"
to sustain you in your trials during
the war, is held up as model to the
world. Don't you think after read
ing these extracts you can cordially
vote for Col. Vance or G. G. Ale
shire? Next week we shall furnish
you few more choice excerpts from
the same source.