Gold Hill daily news. [volume] (Gold Hill, N.T. [Nev.]) 1863-1882, 1865-05-03

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The tragical delusion of the madmen o
Charleston four yearS ago, that they coult
overthrow great nation as easily as they
could fire upon provision ship or upor
a little isolated garrison, is wildly illus.
trated BY the two following extracts. TIT
first is from the Charleston Mercury Of thu
10th Of January, 1861, and the second
from letter to the Tribune, written in
Charleston, on the goth of February, IS
The expulsion of the steamer Star Of
the West from the Charleston harbor yes.
terday morning, was the opening of the
ball Of the revolution. We would not ex.
change or recall that blow for millions.
The naughty echo Of her cannon has ere
this reverberated from Maine to Texas,
through every hamlet of the North, and
down along the great waters Of the South
west. And though greasy and treacherous
ruf6ans may cry on the dogs Of war, and
traitorous politicians may lend their aid
in deceptions. South Carolina will stand
under her own palmetto-tree, unterrified
BY the snariing growls or the assaults Of
the one, undeceived or deferred by the
willy Vaccinations of the other. And il
that red sea Of blood be still lacking to
the parchment of our liberties, and blood
they want, blood they shall have, and
blood enough to stamp it all in red. For,
by the God of our fathers, the soil of
.hnl - Sraa ~
So wrote men who were ready and
eager to smother in blood a Government
which they did not pretend had ever
harmed them, and which they had abso-
lutely controlled. Four years pass. One
by one their hopes disappear. And now,
amidst the desertion, according to Gov
ernor Vance, Of half their army, amidst
the imprecations and cries of the Rich
mond journals that their leaders shall not
flee, BY the mere wind of Sherman's
laundering march Charleston falls with
out blow, and the crazy city that cause
lessly deEed Government as strong as it
is benign, is thus described:
The wharves looked as if they had
been deserted for half century-broken
down, dllapidated, grass and moss peeping
up between the pavements, where once
the busy feet of commerce trod incessant-
". The warehouses near the river; the
streets as we enter them; the houses and
the stores and the public buildings-we
look at them and hold our breaths in
utter amazement. Every step we take in
creases our establishment. No pen, no
pencil, no tongue can do justice to the
scene. No imagination can conceive Of
the wreck, the universal ruin, the stipend
Gus desolation. Observation-Disclosures
ard below; on the right hand and the
left; NEUTRALITY-SUSPICIOUS. and
always; staring US at every paneless win
dow; looking out at US from every shell
torn wall; glazing at US from every bat
tered door, pillar and veranda; crouching
beneath our feet on every sidewalk. Not
Pompeii, nor Herculaneum, nor Thebes.
nor the Nile, have ruins so complete, 30
saddening, so plaintively eloquent; for
they speak to US of an age not ours, and
long ago dead, with whose people and
life and ideas we have no sympathy what
ever. But here, on these shattered wrecks
of houses, bull. in our own style, many of
them doing credit to the architecture OF
our epoch, we read names familiar to US
all. telling US of trades and professions
and commercial institutions, which every
modern city reckons up by the hundred;
yet dead, dead, dead; as silent as the
grave of the Pharaohs; as deserted as the
6azaars of the merchant princes of Old
Tyre"