The tri-weekly standard. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1866-1868, 1867-09-28
For the Standard.

CATAwBA STATION, N. c., Sept. %, 1867.
The experience of the last six years writ
ten with pen of iron, dipped in the life's
blood of our once happy country, should
teach this people lesson long TO llnger on
the couches Of their memory. The bleach
ING bones the broad fields of devastation
= the missed dear ones at home and the moan,
ing and wailing orphan should impress upon
our minds the horror and sickening scenes OF
the eventful past. The sword is returned to
the scabbard CORY of its work. The soldier
ever faithful to the dictations of the prornp-
tings of chivalry's bursting bubble OF fame,
has returned to his home, "pledging his life,
his sacred honor" yes, his all, to the preser-
walton of peace and the prosperity OF his
native mother country. In the dark, dreary
tomb of oblivion he has long since buried
the animosities of the past, engendered by
partisan strife, and, to-day, he knows no
North, no South, no East, no West, but, on
the contrary, his heart is large enough to
hold all his native country.
''Where is the man withsoul so dead,
Who hath never to himself hath said,
This is my own, my native land,'
While the people, the yeomanry of the
country are in the persuit of peace, happi-
ness and prosperity, political demagogues
for self ACKNOWLEDGEMENT, are ready to knock
the last prop from under the great editice OF
liberty, the bulwark of our government
They are ready to sound Mars fiery tocsin
of war and call a nation to arms. They are
ready to set the dogs of war on while they
fall back and receive the booty of hattie and
the spoils of the land. We are no alarmist,
nor the son of a prophet, but we simply
state facts pro bono publico. The poet says:
"You must seize truth wherever found
On Christrn on heather ground,
Among your friends, among your foes,
The plants divine where er it grows"
The dark. murky clouds are looming up in
the distant political horizon. We can see
the vivid lightning flashing and can hear the
pealing and crashing thunder, and with it
comes the bowling tempest sweeping every
thing before 1t. Some will say, this is spec
ulative and paralagous. We can't help think
ing what we say. We wish it would not
be so.
q Fain we would hush the thoughts that sweep
Across the souls storm ruffied deep:
The dread immensely of calm,
Fills our heart with dread alarm"
1t seems that Andrew johnson is deter
mining the propriety of becoming johnson
the /, of the Kingdom of America The
pusillanimous course which he has been car
rying out, has entirely deceived the nation
If he ever intended to take the reins of the
government In his own hands, why did not
he do it at the time of the surrender? He is
acting unwiseIy. He has deceived the South
ern people. He will deceive himself Presi-
dent johnson is an able statesman, and pro-
badly is conscientious in his motives. Since
the surrender, until recently, we have been
an inclined political admirer of the Presi-
dent But we must say, we can't swallow
his present pills-hes off the track and is
loosing friends every day in the South If
he goes to war; he need not calculate on many
soldiers from the South to aid him.
The true grit of the late G. S. A. Mue
fought their last fight for the disruption of
their country. Demagogues may sound the
tocsion of war, but they never, no FEVER will
come to their rescue. They have learned
that martial fame is only bubble floating
on the tumultous sea of life, which soon
bursts and rapidly passes away, to be heard
of no more.
We hope for better things; that common
sense will teach the chief authority to &C.
quiesce in the will of the majority of the peo-
pie, and that the flag of the Union
"May long wave, .
Over the land of the free ..r .. .-.,
And the home of the brave"
G. C. McN.