The Pulaski citizen. [volume] (Pulaski, Tenn.) 1866-current, 1866-07-13
some Hard Eieks at Pollard.
FhS following article from ths pen of Exs


is clipped from that paper Of the
January. Il appears that the Cover
but little friendship or respect for
ject upon which be writes:
The civil var in America is enc
the "banner Of the bars" that va
Jackson and cleaned upon the
Stusrt's reckless riders has besn
as men hide the trinksts Of a ds
love.
Although the blood Of Virgi1
and bravess is not yet dry in
nor has the grass grown over
turs graves Of the manly Confsd
fell before Petersburg. yet Mr..
lard, a pretty writer and 4 talent
in q long newspaper articles, demo
President Davis, Generals Lee,
and Beauregard. and says ''the
people disgracsd themselves forev.
they refused to fight to sxterminaiiO!
they lack courage and endurancs-ss
manship, and intelligence" He critid
compaigns, ridicules strAisgical ~
ments, sneers at retreats, and laugh
every heroic effort Of the brave mem
have left to history an immortal nams
Who is Mr.. E. A. Pollard? He is
ginian, the editor Of the Richmond z
ner, and the author Of the 'sSoulher
tory Of the War; We have grief
first, bushes for the second, and cor
for the last.
During all those years Of carnage
blood, this Richmond Examiner vas
satiate fend of opposition and hatred
By step it broke down the brave, foH
of Sidney johnson; again and again
ated and gored the sensitive soul 81
regard; week after week it denouue
heroic efforts Of Joseph E. Johnsto
now, when jefferson Davis is ehains
the waves of his rock-ribbed prison
to stab his reputation and his honor
It is not often that men like Poll
Jordan can glOat over the sgony s.
spirit and the degradation Of such
1t is not often that such q noble be
Lees is laid bare for the thrust o.
rufian's spear, or the dagger Q
coward's hand. Il is not
lated nation writhes undei
children and the cruelties
spring. It is not often tE
nishss human hyenas TO exh
Of her ssinted dead, aud howl
light over the revolving feast.
Rsllasanted exterminati
was "a New York city, hob
Greedy, and telling the pleasant
his pleasant way of the four years. -
He wanted 6fty thousand men to
million to the death. but he pr g
beside them and profered
mon fate. Like Job's Wal
the battle from afarl Shd
humbug is cheap, and Hem.
er's patent sermons are chesp
ty, faith, honor, chivalry, "a
how pure and unpopular.
Pollsrd's mother State lies
the dust, her hearth-stones desolas
her idols shattered. All over the Ian
can see her bsFeavsd daughters Weepinr
the young, fresh faces that looked baci
them from the heat and yellow dust of
conflict just before the horses feet {
them down. He can almost hear the brse
from the Wilderness singing their mel
choly diFges over Stuart and Ashby,
Pelham, and Hill, and Jackson, dear
God. He has no love, nor vensrstion,
tenderness, nOr pity for any Of these;
tearing open the graves of the immo
dead, he blends them with the living
one sacrilegious snathema Of contempt
hatred.
Drape the picture Of nation ia its 3
ny, and cover its laureis with the mourn
cypress. Furl the conquered banner ',
3 farewell look, and shrine It's memoFj
our heart Of hearts; but 70 the brutal hal
hood Of those who curse and Viilify q ~
ed race, give vengeance. scorn, and ne
dying contempt.
History tells low Coriolanus halted
victorious legions beyond tbs yellow TiI
but that Nero fddlsd . gOdly tune vi
Rome was burning. Amid the grave
his kindred. the anguish and dsspAiI
brave men in their crushing oVsrthE
amid The blue skies and green Eslds Q
nativity, E. A. Pollard dips bis p
gail Of New England hate and
record Of his own everlasting
disgrsse.
A lawyer asked 3 witnes
stood from certain place. ''J
two feet, eight inches and hsss.
reply. "How came you to be 90.
friendf" Because thought sos
other would ask me, 80 Measure
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