The evening telegraph. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1864-1918, 1867-06-24
rhe Call OF Bitterness.

already know, not one fought more valiantly,
not one more dexterously, than General James
LonVstreet. Having thus fought, and having
piyen the Confederacy the benefit OF his blood,
one would think his opinions OF the present
situation entitled to some respect. He frankly
saws ,--oIt is our duty to abandon ideas that
are obsolete, and conform to the requirements
of the law" He speaks the mind OF thou
sands of the most sensible OF those lately In
rebellion, but he is not permitted to peacefully
oxnrass his sentiments. No sooner are they
made publio than an immense barking, growl-
ing. yelling, and swapping ensues in the South
er1 editorial dens, the Mobile Tribune lead
ing the passionate and vicious go-rounder.
Clearly, the General is not entitled to views,
and takes a liberty when he lets out an
opinion. The pen is mightier than the sword
and ink.pots are more dreadful than bombs
What is this man. who merely marches five
hundred miles, to the other, who dashes off as
great length of editorial articles full o
destructive nouns, irresistible adjectives, un
merciful verbs, with the grape of adverbs, and
the canister of propositions and conjunctions
As in duty bound, and in obedience to the
sweet laws of fraternity, we take the side OF
the steel-pens The Israelites have been
much pitied because the rascally Egyptians
compelled them to make bricks without straw;
but the Southern editor who boldly stayed at
home, flung metaphorical flags to the breeze,
charged in the abstract, vanqulshed theoretl-
cally, wrote without brains, printed without ink
or paper published without advertisers or sub
scribers, and stood magnanimously in the gap
when the very devils had deserted-this is the
man for the laurels and complimentary liquor
while living and for a stately monument
when deadl This is the man who spared
not, conceded not, paused not; who slashed
the Yankees, captured their armies, killed
their generals, and repulsed their assaults in
the most satisfactory manner, although some
times upon the brOwnness possible wrapping
paper. Noble soul We see him scribbling,
and sweating, and supplying manuscript mu-
milton, sinking from the dignity of daily to
the forlorn hope of semi-weekly, and, when
common soldiers yielded to the stress of war,
still holding out, and even now unconquered
and uncomfortable, refusing to stay, when he
might do so comfortably in the last ditch, but
bounding nimbly into his old, accustomed
chair, seizing once more his pen of sharpness,
and sticking it up to the very nib in the bodies
OF all who are cravenly willing to be recon-
structed. This is the way in which Hector or
Achilles would have edited newspapers if the
ravishment of Helen had been simply discussed
In leading articles. What, do you ask, was
James Longstreet doing at this time Nothing,
sir; absolutely nothing He was only mean
dering listlessly about in the Wilderness,
managing in most clumsy manner to get him
self wounded, eating less meat in week than
our bold editor ate for his daily breakfast
watching, planning, man@uvring, marching,
countermarching, charging, skirmishinng, ad-
vancing, retreating all Doing his
best in an humble way to help the high spirited
editors--that is all Merely coarse field work,
sir, and not your fine intellectual exertion,
your excoriating paragraphs, your resist
less appeals, your sarcasms, sir, ana your
sc,,1 ofn
rhetorical Commandments, your irony, ridi-
cule, invective, and stinging defiance Long
street was we'll enough as minor warrior, but
the man who would really have set the Con-
federacy upon permanent pins, If the immortal
gods had not proved traitors, was the inky-
fingered individual who, in writing himself
editor assumed a nobler title than that OF
Iieutenant-G General. Bless you he has never
surrendered Up to this very hour of the
day he remains belligerent. He is scribbling
guerilla. He is knight of the pot-hooks and
trammels. His is the blackest of flags, and
still he flies it with undaunted soul, and, in
fact, is quite as much of a champion as ever
he was. Lee and Longstreet might surrender
this rampant editor never
Some curious persons may inquire what the
Mobile man is after, and what those who are
like him expect. To which we reluctantly
respond that we do not know. He still trusts,
with touching and infantile simplicity, in
the Democratic party of the North. He antici-
pates resurrection. He thinks that the dry
bones can live again. He boldly declares his
reliance upon Copperheads. He is angry with
General Longstreet for refusing longer to con
fde in the Democratic myth, shadow, ghost
or spectre. He expects to get great things
out of it yet. Messrs. Benjamin Wood & Co.
you see what is expected of you Isn't il
about time for you to be up and doing
"Ah my friend ~ we can hear Benjamin
saying, 'if you want US to help you, please
stop talking nonsense about the justice of the
Rebellion, and the duty of organizing another
whenever feasible Every word of this stuf
which you print costs us a thousand votes
If you want our friendship to be profitable
keep shady about its very existence. w,
have enough to stand under without the bur
den of your compliments. Hold your tongue
or we can do nothing for you % Hadn't tn,
Mobile Junius, instead of abusing Genera
Longstreet, better take Ben's advice
Executive AuthOrity-The President AND
Hts Cabinet.
The record of proceedings in Cabinet coun
Gil, published last Friday at the instance
official authority, must have surprised tn
reader by its novelty, if not by its suggestiv,
ness. Reports of results arrived at in counci
of incidents connected with them, and I'll
respective relations of the Secretaries toward
them, are common items of newspaper INTEL
Rence. But the public are wholly unaccu
toned TO the publication of detailed statement
of opinions expressed, and votes given,
circumstances which have uniformly bee
arad onvaH1 al