The Camden weekly journal. [volume] (Camden, S.C.) 1865-1866, 1866-03-30
Ex-Governor Allen. on
E-A. Pollard.

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readers as specimen Of most exraord-
mary composition.-Mertston Nsses.
The civil war in America is ended.
and the "banner of the bars" that
waved over Jackson and cleaned upon
the track Of Stuarfs reckless riders has
been put away as men hide the trinkets.
Of dear, dead love.
Although the blood Of Virginia's best
and bravest is not yet dry in the valleys,
nor has the grass grown over the prem
ature graves Of the manly Confederates.
who fell before Petersburg, yet Mr.. E.
A. Pollard, pretty writer and talsnted
editor, in long newspaper article; de-
nounces ex-President Davis, Generals
Lee, Johnston and ~Beauregard, and
says the Southern people 2disgraced
themselves forever when they refused
to fight to extermination; that they lack.
courage and endurance -statesmanships
and intelligence" He criticises cam.
paigns, ridicules strategical movements.
sneers at retreats, and laughs at every
heroic effort of the brave men who. left.
to history an immortal name. :
Who is Mr.. E. A Pollard? He is q.
Virginian, the editor Of the Richmond
Examiner, and theadthor Of the s'South-.
ern History ofthe War" Wehave grief,
for the first, bushes for the second.
and contempt for the last.
During all those years of carnage and.
of blood, this Richmond Examiner was
an insatiate fend of opposition and ha-~
tired. Step by step it broke down the
brave, fond heart Of Sidney Johnston;
again and again it lacerated and gored
the sensitive soul of Beauregard week
after week it denounced the heroic ef-
forts of Joseph E. Johnston and now,
when Jefferson Davis. is chained amid
tho waves of his rock-ribbed prison, it
tries to stab his reputation and LIS hon
or. III
It is not often that men like Pollard
and Jordan can gloat over the agony Of
such spirit and the. degradation Of
such name. 1t is not often that such
a bosom as Lees is laid bare for the
thrust of every rufian's spear, or the
dagger. Of every towards hand. tits
not often that a desolated nation writhes
under the blows ofits children and the
cruelties of its own offspring. It is not
often that the world furnishes human
hyeuas to exhume the bodies of hen
sainted dead, and howl in lorrid de-
Light over the revolving feast. :.
Pollard wanted determination, but hr
was in New York city, hob-nobbias
with Greedy, and telling the pleasant
story in his pleasant way Of the four
years war. He wanted fifty thouss1d
men to fight million to the death, but
he never fell in beside them and prof
fered to share common fate. Like
Jobs war-horse, snutfed the battle from
afr! Shoddy is cheap, and humbug
is cheap, and Henry Ward Beeoher's
patent sermons are cheap; and sincerE-.
ty, faith, honor, chivalry, manhoods
how pure and unpopular.
Pollard's mother State lies PROSTATE
in the dust, her hearth-stones desolate
and her idol shattered. All over the
land ho can see her bereayed daughters
for the young, fresh faces tiiat
looked back to them from the heat and
yellow dust Of the conflict just before
the horses feet trod them down. He
can almost hear tho breezes from the
singing their melancholy
dirges over Stuart and Ashby, and Pei
ham, and Hill, md Jackson, dear to.
God. He has 20 love, nor veneraton,
nor tenderness, nor pity for any of ;
these but tearing open the graves Of
the immortalized dead, he Blends them
with the living in. one sacriligious :
anatlema Of contemptuous hatred:
Drape the pictupe of a nation in its
agony, and cover its laurels with mourn
ing cypress. Furl the conquered ban
ner with farewell look, and shrine it's
in our heart of hearts; but to
;he brutal hardihood of those who curse
md villify ruined race, give ven
,eance, scorn, and a never-dying COM
empt.
History tells how Coriolanus halted
lis victorious legions beyond the Yel-
ow Tiber, but that Nero = fddled
,oodly tune while Rome was burning.
Amid the graves of his kindred, the
anguish and despair of brave men in
heir crushing overthrow, amid the blue
'kies and green fields of his nativity,
3. A. Pollard dips his pen in gall of the
New England hate and writes the re-
ord of his own everlasting infamy and