The Newberry herald. [volume] (Newberry, S.C.) 1865-1884, 1866-04-04
Ex-Governor Allen on E. 4. Pollard.
Lieutenant General

The following article, from the pen of Ex-
Governor Allen, Of Louisiana, and now editor
of the IKerican Times, is clipped from that pa
per of the 9th Of January. it. is cempo-
sition worthy of the immortal Junius. In its:
power, in lis force Of bitternessand sentiment,
it is an unequaled piece of writing of the per-
Sonality of the article we have nothing to- say,
but submit it to our readers as a specimen Of
most extraordinary composition
The civil war in America is ended, and the
banner Of the bars" that waved over jackson,
and cleaned upon the track of Stuart's reek-
less riders has been put away as men hide the
liukets of dear, dead love. .7'~.:
Although the blood Of Firginia's best and
brarcsl is not yet dry in the valleys, nor has
the grass grown evcr the premature graves OF
tic manly Confcde,atcs who fell before Peters:
burg, yet Mr.. Z. \. Pollard, pretty writer
and talented editor, in, a long newspaper ar
ticle, denounces ex President Davis, Generals
Lee, Johnston and Beaurcgard, and says ''the
Southern people diSgraced themselves forever
when they refused to fight to determination; ;
that tI1ey lack courage and ndurance-statcso
manship acknowledgement: = critieises CAM
paigns ridicules strategicai movements, sneers
at ret, eats, and laughs at every heroic effort
of the brave men Tho have left to history an
immoral name. .r-.. ..s....: .-.a.-.s
Who is Mr. E. \. Pollard? He is Virgin
ian, tue editor of the Richmond Examiner,
land the author Of the Southern History Of
the War" We have grief;for the first, blush
es for the second, andicontempt for the last.
During all those years Of carnage and of
blood, this Richmond Examiner was an insati-
ate fend Of opposition and hatred. Step by
step it broke down the brave, fond heart OF
Sidney Johnston again and again 1t laccrated
and gorcd 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 tae waves OF
his rock ribbed prison, it tries TO stab his rep
utati2n and his honor. -.........
Ii is not often that men like Pollard and
Jordan can gloat over the agony of such
spirit and the degradation of such a name. 1t
is not often that such a bosonsas Lees is laid
bare for the thrust of every rufiau's spear, or
the dagger of every towards hand. It's not
often that desoated nation writhes under
the blows Of It's children and the cruelties OF
/ its own offspring. It is.not often that the
world furnishes human hyenas to exhume the
the bodies of her s;inted dead, and howl in
horrid delight over the revolving feast. -;
/ Pollard wanted determination, but he was
| in New York city, hob-nobbing with 6reeey,
and telling the pleasant story in his pleasant
way of tho four years war. HeWa nted fifty
thousand men to fight a million to the death,
but he never fell in beside them and proffered
to share common fate. Like Jobs war-
horse, he snuffed the battle from afar! Shod-
/ dy is cheap, and humbug is cheap, and Henry,
Ward Beecher's patent sermons are cheap !;
and sincerity, faith, honor, chiEalry, manhood!
how pure and unpopular. L es.-2 . ~.
:. Poilard's mother State hes prostFate,iu. the
dust, her kearth-stones desolate and her IDOL
shattered. All over the land he can see her
bereaycd daughters weeping for the young,
fresh faces that looked back TO them from the
! heat and yellow dust of the conflict just before
the horses feettrod them down. He can al
most hear the breezesr from the Wilderness
singing their melancholy diIges over Stuart
and ASLby, and Pchaa,, and Hill, aud Jack
son. dear to God lie has no love, nor Vener-
alton, nor tenderness, nor pity for any OF
these; but tearing open the graves ofthe ini-
mortalzed dead,f he blends them with tue llv-
ing in one sacrilieious anathenase seantcmptu,
Gus hatred. :
Drape the picture ola nation in its agony,
and cover its laurcls with the mourning cy-
press Furl the conquered banner with
farewell look, and shriiie its memory in our
heart of hearts; but to the brutal hardihood
of those who curse and villify a ruined race,
give vengeance, scorn, and aneyer-dying con'
tempt. -. -.
History tells how Coriolapus halted his vic,
torious legions beyond the Yellow Tiber, bat
that Nero f i,lled a goodly tune while Rome
was burning. Amid the graves of his kIa'
Edred. the anguish and despair Of brave men in
their crushing overthrow, amid the blue
Eskies aud green. fields of his nativity, =. a
Pollard dips his pen-inz galtof the New En-;
rIand hate and writes the record of his owE
Everlasting infamy and disgrace