The Columbia daily phoenix. [volume] (Columbia, S.C.) 1865-1865, 1865-06-23

Frid-y Morning, June 20, 1865.
Taveau has the Floor.

ter of two columns on the condition Of the
country. aud hes ideas in respect to it.
had Mr.. Taveau made his letter shorter
bv some seven eighths, aud put Eve times
as much substance into it. we should. be
pleased to give it Il place IS embodying
Ito use the title given it in the 7|i6nne)
.the ideas Of South Carol oliaian." Of
these ideas we can and need say very
little. Mr.. Taveau, like wise man, does
does not squander his IDEAS. and simply
accepts condition of::thing@ from which
he can make no escape. He endeavors. in
his own way, TO extract a grateful and
life.gjving philosophy from an experience
of tnorus and stuoble in desert-a process
very like the extraction of sunbeams from
q cucumber. He foresees "a grand future
for the South" but his prophecy forbears
indicating the precise epoch for the coming
glory. Verify, Mr.. Taveau has light
heart, an easy conscience. and a very
sportive wing. To expatiate, in high flown
language, just now, upon our miserable
condition argues very mercurial and
happy temperament, which, not being able
to initiate, we pust needs envy. We could
have wished, for his own sake, and for the
sake Of good taste, that Mr.. Taveau had
foreborne the somewhat querulous whine
which he.makes touching the cruelty and
impropriety of the Northern press in its
chuckles over fallen enemy; in its ridicule
and sneer at the expense ofSouthern chival
ry and the use of all that elegant sort Of
phrase in which the baser nature declares
its exultation over the victim, yheu the
danger is all over, totally regardless of the
sensiblities of the vanquished party. The
mere sueer might surely be perm itted-
nay, might pass unheard-in the superior
sanguinary shout of ue victis which con-
ducts you to the galleys or the gallows.
Let not our vanity make confession of the
hurts to self esteem, when our very souls
are bleeding with. immedcaable wounds.
LSt the geese and the eyerpents hiss, if they
please; let the low, mean, grovelling nature
exult in the sense Of power, however &C.
,quired. These things pass By the brave
and noble suffererer
Gas the idle wind
Which he regards not
You do not hear such language from
the brave soldier who has fought and won
the battle. 1t is only from the jackals
that follow in the lions wake. Tom Crib
addressed Big Ben, the Bruiser-i. g., Tom
Moore, in the cha racter of Tom Crib, ad
dresses Ben, in the character of John Bull,
on his treatment Of Napoleon, whom he
has hoored, and reproaches John for the
large amount of ''dung. hill' in his nature:
"What, Ben. my old hero. is this youf
renown,
Is tlls the aew go, kick man when he's
down!
When the foe has knocked under, to
tramHe him then!
By the fist Of my father, blush for thee,
Ben," DC.
And so forth. One champion speaks to
another. and teaches him to couple his
heroism with magnanimity. But there is
large number of spalpeens of the press
gang, who. appealing only to the baser
natures Of the world, keep hammering
away at their unfortunate victims on the
ground. especially when they have been
cast down by braver hearts aud better
muscles than their own. 1t is not till then
that the valor Of the press makes its dis!
play. Let all such pass, Jerouy9ap! In
other words, be deaf TO their e!oquence,
Mr.. Taveau. 1t smells only of the gin
shop. The Tribune notices this queru-
aousness of Mr.. Taveau on this subject, and
pats himl graciously on the head; and
with smiles, sends him away with the