The daily phoenix. [volume] (Columbia, S.C.) 1865-1878, 1866-08-15
somo Little Mistake.

BY. chance, last night. we picked
up a Republican Chicago paper of
the Sd May, 1866, in which was m
account of the editors visit to that
great swindle upon benevolence,
yclepf the Chicago or North western
Sanitary Fair. He saw and wrote of
many things, and gave place to an
item as follows:
'JEFF'S PLANTATION BELL
Is turned for once to good account.
1t will ring as well as able, night and
morning, for the closing and opening
of his department.. Ring old bell
yonr loudest and sharpest call. Never
before the dawn irradiates the East
ern sky will you summons the heart
broken bondsman to unrequited toll.
Your tones fall more like the shrill of
incarnate iends upon the startled ear
of the startled slaves? Liberty has
confiscated you, and you may now
rejoice delivered from the degrada-
ton of an unwilling instrument of
| tyranny. Ring out pnon of thanks
giving! Your master will soon ex-
change the gown for the gallows, don
the black cap instead of the bonnets
| "ANA 10y VII AoOpo IOI 1lclup.
Somehow or other, God, the great
weaver, has not or did not throw the
shuttle to figure the curtain in the
loom of time quite as predicted. The
gown has not been exchanged for the
gallows, and it never will, for our
Government dare not hang JEFF.
Davis. It only hangs women and
cuts the hearts from brave men The
black cap has not taken the place of
the bonnet, no more than it did of the
pretty Scotch cap and plain shawl, a
certain man wore once upon time.
And the hoops have not been laid off
for the hemp, for the day has passed
which abolition women clap their
hands, while their red-mouthed and
biack-hearted husbands were sus-
pending Democrats to the limbs of
trees
Ring, old bell, yo,r loudest and
sharpest call!''
You were ''coniscated" as pianos,
slver-ware. and mules were contis-
Gated, while the owners were from
home.
Ring ouv The toiling bondsman
never more shall hear thee-for they
have died in cutters, huts, in novels,
IN tents, III tears, in agony, i'll ne
glect, in suffering, in the full enjoy
ment of Abolition bcnevolence and
freedom
Go and ring the bell! Go chime
the silver-toned glassware! Go Gym
bal tho silver-ware! Go touch the
keys of the piano, "libcrty confis-
| 90 Il 4 &o
does not sound so lively now rs Il few
years since-and the day is coming
when all you who hold ''liberty con-
fiscations' will hide your heads in
shame and pray for oblivion to cover
you. Yes-ring out, old bell, your
loudest and sharpest call. The people
are already listening!
Ring! old bell! Sharp and lond!
Call the toiling whites of the North
to the plow-the anvil-the forest
the water-the bench-the feld-the,
beggar's path! Call the brawny arms
of Americas sons of toll to their la
bor-to the paying of taAes-to the
support of Il once happy servantagc-
to the support of a Government-pro
tected bond-holder, who live on your.
| CAA A1ASS.
Ring out! and call the widows and
orphans OF the North to the graves
of their loved ones, lost to them and
their country, by the incapacity OF
tyranny's minions, and by this radi-
cal intolerance, born of crazy, mar
row-minded New England.
Ring out! and call the drunken,
cowardly abolition mobs, who mur-
dered defencelcss Democrats-the
drunken provost marshals and thcis,
rowdy deputies, to their insults and
stealing-the political preachers who
forsook Christ for the negro-thc
drunken generals who were the tools
of Joe Miller or Haynau-the thieves
and vandals who disgraced our armies
before us, so we can tell the enemies
of America who were their enemies.
Ring out, and, if you can, ring
back the limbs of our cripples-thc
hearts of our widows and parents
the women to virtue-the homes from
ruins-thc country to the peace and
happiness it knew before the party of
wrong, Of tyranny, of corruption and
infamy and sectional discord came
into power.
Ring out loud, and call the millions
OF true patriots, who sleep, back to
wakefulness and to their duty as