The tri-weekly news. [volume] (Winnsboro, S.C.) 1865-1876, 1866-03-29
Ex-Governor Allen OH L. A. Pollard.

now editor OF thee MeTtcdn Times, is
clipped from that paper of the 9th Of
January. It is n composition worthy Of
the immortal Junius. In it's power in
its force Of bitterness and sentiment, it
is an u"equalled piece Of writing Of
the personality of the article we have
nothing to say, but submit it to our read.
ers as a specimen of most extraordinary
omposition.- Charleston DAILY .Ne,os.
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 reckless riders has been
put away as, men hide the trinkets of
dear, dead love.
Although the blood of Virgin;a's best
and bravest is not yet dry in the valleys,
nor has the grass grown over the pre-
mature graves, of the manly Confeder-
ates who fell before Petersburg, vet Mr..
h. A. Pollard, a pretty writer and tai
entcd editor, in long newspaper arti
Gle, dcnounccs ex.Presidcnt DAVIS. Gene.
rails Lee, johnson and Bcauregard; and
says q, he Southern people digraced
themselves forever when they refused to
hight to determination that they lack
courage and Observation-Disclosures
and intelligence" He criticiscs cam
pa'gns, rldicules strategical movements.
ssneers at retreats, and laughs at every
heroic effort Of the brave men who have
left to history All immortal name.
Who is Mr. e. a. Pollard? He is a
Nirgniar,th editor ofthe Richmond Ex
amlncr, and the author ofthe Southern
History of the War" We have grief
for the FIRST, bushes for the second and
contempt for the last.
During al those years Of carnage and
of blood, this Richmond Examiner was
anmsatiate 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 ofBeaurcgard week
att week ltdenoumccd the heroic efforts
O. Joseph e. Johnston; and now, when
Jefferson Davis is chaned amid the
waves OF his rock ribbed prison, it tries
to stab his reputation and his honor
1t 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
bosom rs Lees is laid bare for the tbrnst
OF every ruflian's spear or the dagger Of
every towards hand. 1t is not often
hat dcsoated nation writhes under the
blows ofits children and the cruellies Of
Its own offspring. 1t is not oflon tha,
the world furnishes human hycnas to
eXhumc the bodies Of her san,cd dead.
and howl in honid delight over the re-
voting feast.
Pollard wanted determination, but lie
was in New York city, hob.nobbine
with Gre elcy, and telling the pleasant
story in his pleasant way of the four
years war. Hc wanted fifty thousand
men to fighta million to the death, but
he never fell in beside them and proffer.
ell 10 share common fate. Like Jobs
war horse, he snutied the battle from
afar! Shoddy is cheap, and humbue is
cheap, and Henry Ward Beccher's bat. p
ent sermons are cheap; and sincerity
faith, honor, chivalry, manhood how
pure and unpopular.
Pollard's mother State lies PROSTATE
III the dust, her hearth.stones desolate
and her idol shattered. All over the
land he can see her bereaved 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 feet trod them down. He can
almost hear the breezes from the Viii.
derness singing their melancholy dirges
over Stuart and Ashby, and Pelham, and
Hill, and Jackson. dear to God. He
mas no love, nor veneration, nor tender.
ness nor pity for any of these; but tear.
ing open the graves Of the imm ortalized
dead, he blends them with the living in
one sacrIiIslous anatiiema OF contemptu.
Gus hatred.
Drape the picture of nation in its
agony, and cover its laurels with the
mourning cypress. Furl tba cn,,c,oro5