The spirit of democracy. [volume] (Woodsfield, Ohio) 1844-1994, 1866-04-10

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land, to take the trust given them as .
holy thing, a sacred charge which they
are bound to keep as the gift Of Him
whose hand is clearly seen in all these
changes, and who is a pillar of Ere by
night andcloud by day, led Ihls chosen
ones Of ldfrom bondage.
Crash on crash Of rolling guns, the
~canuou's deafenipg roar, sabres flashing
in the sun, clouds of smoke curling MP.
blackening the scene-this is the field Of
glory. But seel backward turns one ds-
ring one: 80, Godl save me; I am gonel"
A comrade bears him from the field; one
word of farewell, a message to the dear.
ones far away, and the spirit immortal
has gone beyond the river. A glorious
victory rings OIL the morning air aTwen-
ty wounded and only one killed. Ali
only one killed. See that aged, widowed
mother kneeling in prayer: go Lord, il
it be Thy will, keep my boy" Little
she knows the sorrow the morn will bring
with its dawniHg. Shouts Of victory are
heard. Eagerly she presses forward to.
hear, for her boy was there; a bowed, sill
vered head is bent lower; the lettering
frame is more feeble, as the crowd slowly
give way to let her pass. One more sac
riice. Mol that aged one has gone to
join her boy in the radiant realms of
peace. The crimson tide from two hearts
washes the foot of the altar to wipe but
the sins of thespeople.
How many the longing eyes turned
Southwark, m%ournfally, te~arfully, gazing
into its misty distance, with longing hearts
for the dear ones who marched that way
but ne'er returned. A simple board
marks the resting-place of some. The
treasures of many hearts found an mn
marked grave 10 the sacred soil Of the
Old Dominion. AT the charge of Charles
ton, where the troops found many lives
were needed to ell the trenches Hade By
rebel hands, they shrunk not. Braycly
the men of dusky hue, sswho would not
fight" according to traitors words, filed
up these death gapes-was not this cour-
age worthy of history's pages?
We turn to one Of the darkest, most
fendish, of all the dark deeds this war has
witnessed. Patriot heroesl martyrs Of
Southern prisons! who shall do yeu jus~
tice? Lift the dark curtain. But what
pen can portray the mortal agony Of the
fearful tragedy enacted within the bor-
ders, and in the name, of the so-called
Southern Confederacy? One scene pic-
tured makes the blood run chill in the
readers heart. Yet think of the actors
in these horrible scenes. The weather is
cold, the wind signs and means through
the crowded tent, q chilling rain mistss
down gloomiiy. There, soldiers, SOL
diers, hundreds of them sick and woun
ded, woe-begone, emaciated, those who
had battled on many bloody fields for our
sacred cause, are huddled together over q
smoky pine FIRE, hoping to warm the
stagnaut blood in their freezing veins and
some with pallid, trembling lips, are beg
cling for shelter at the crowded tent DOORS
They are more like skeletons in rags,than
human beings. There lies the boy the
mother sent as her all to her country,
muttering in fever, and reckoning with
shrunken hands to forms far off, but
which no mortal eye can discern, waiting
to bear his brave young spirit home
That husband, who gave his wife aud child
to Him who careth for the widow andthe
fatherless, has been borne with many
bodies, in a rude cart, to be cast into an
unmarked grave. Disease and death hold
high carnival there; the very air is heavy
with plants and groans. Over the camp
hangs, as it were, the pail of despair
With ~shuddering hearts we'll may We say:
"Thank God, we are not responsible for
this" Woe to those who are respsnsi-
Bile, the inhuman rebels who ~plundered
our poor soldiers of their clothing starved
them with q 6endish pertinacity, which
one to believe in total depravity to
understand. This is no fancied picture.
It is too true. It is written on thousands
of unknown graves, which cry to Heaven
for redress. And shall they cry 10 vain2
No! by all the prayers that have gone to
the throne on high from widowed hearts;
no! by the tears that have moistened or
eyes. Mol A just God will not
let this pass by. A destiny Of shame aud
forever will follow the perpetra-
tors Of these foul deeds.
Language fails to describe all our men
have endured through the past four years.
Never will the civil war in America have
done it. until the loyal and dis
with all the nations Of the earth,
stand before the All Wise, just and Eter-
nal Judge. D.
Spangler, Mudd and O'Laughlin, the
conspirators, at the Dry Tortngas, have
been relieved from wearing irons, for
good behavior.
A man named King, arrested in
Louisville for theft, has confessed that
be, not Payne, was the person who at
to assassinate Secretary Sew
ard.
There is much ill feeling between the
population and the colored troops on
the Red River.
The Vienna head Of the Kothschild
branch has summoned by telegraph his
children to his bedside, TO take their
final farewell Of a dying parent.
A Wisconsin farmer tried making,
molasses from the stalks of sweet corn
and found it yielded as much as sorghum,
and it is Of a better quality.
The President has nominated Gen.
blair Enr Gnllanfnr of Inkarnal