Daily Ohio statesman. [volume] (Columbus, Ohio) 1855-1870, 1867-07-25
FROM NEWARK.
Correspondence of the Ohio statesmau.l ]
NEWARK, O., July D, 1ss


for us poor Radicals. The days of our glory
are fieeting, fast fading, and, fear, gone
forever. Such was the soliloquy OF woe
begone and apparently despairing middle
aged gentleman of the Loyal League per-
suasion, that greeted the ear of your cor
respondent, as he passed the residence OF
an ex-Postmaster, ex-Representative and
ex-candidate for office and honor, this
morning. All, me! only tw enty-three votes
In this town of over six thousand inhabi-
tants, while my opponent, mere strip
ling, received four hundred and twenty
three. What shall become of our party on
the Sth of October, when 1, who was purse
bearer and bribe-master-general of the
mighty Delano only nine months ago-I
who have been so recently the life, soul,
head and front of Licking Loyal Leagues
Il who have been so highly hoDored by
the second Abraham, and so utterly de-
spised by the Black mans Moses-I who
have held the Grand Army of the
Republic in the hollow of my hand-I who
have been the giver of party sig
nails, and the GIFFIN of Negro Equality
am rebuked by the people of1Newark
Woe is me! woe is me! and lost is our
party The people either can not or will
not see the superiority of the Black over
the White man nor can they be made to
believe in the justice OF the poor man, the
farmer mechanic, laborer, and poor private
soldier, who, having fought the battles of
his country, has returned with impaired
constitution, being compelled to pay taxes
for the lordly bondholder. tits said Repub-
lies are ungrateful, and now feel the deep
ingratitude of grand armies thereof. Ah
how cruel to see the very men l mustered
in-the companions of my midnight par
ades-vote tor Democrat! And all be-
cause, in their ignorance, they think the
White the superior race and believe in the
old Loco Foco dogma of Equal Taxation.
Well might Julius Caesar, as he fell reeking
in his gore against the pillar OF Pompey,
exclaim-And thou, too, Brutus True, l
am not a Casar-but-but-m friends
are Catalines. There-there, 1 have my re-
venge.
Mr.. Editor, if any. of your readers ever
heard the painful wailings and looked on
the deep and agonizing sorrow depicted on
the countenance of one who had suddenly
lost his all, he can imagine my feelings of
mingled pity for the once great, but now
fallen, Charles B. Giffin, and joy for the
hopes that the result of special election
for Justice of the Peace, held here on Sat-
urday last, have created in the hearts of
the people. The candidates were the great
c. B. G., Radical of the first water, and
B. G.. Smythe, Esq, young gentleman of
fine promise, son of Gen. G. B. Smythe.
Poor Giffin, on Friday night, looked not only
hopeful, but proud of his position as can
didate on the sweet scented Radical ticket,
when. as he and friends supposed, they had
all things prepared to bring, in full swoop
at A of the clock post meridian, the great
and Grand Army of the Republic, enough
to continue voting, without intermission,
until the polls would close; but, 1.-THE
best laid schemes of mice and men gang
aft aglee." Early in the day the people,
Democrats and many Republicans, who
now love country more than negro equal
ity or bond monopoly, came to the polls
and deposited their ballots for Mr.. Smythe,
the which, when poor Charley saw, he fell
reeking in the cold and clammy sweat of
despair against one of the pillars OF the
Court House, exclaiming in the faintest
kind of despairing accents .s'AH is lostF'
Butyet there is hope; the hand of succour
and sympathy was near in the person of
free (not freed) man, who tried to pour
balm into the deeply lacerated feelings of
the Elk P. M, gently patting him, while he
whispered in his ear the soothing words,
''cheer up, Charley.;" wait till our color
ed "men and brothers" can vote! Then, in
deed, will the tables be turned, and, as
sure as Fred Douglas shall sit in the chair
of Washington, so sure shalt thou be chief
over ten thousand, Selah! ...,-..i- -,.'...
Newark is, in the best sense of the word,
live and flourishing little city, that will
compare favorsbly with any town or city
of equal number of Inhabitants in any of
the western or middle States. In fact, her
people can boast, to say the least, their full
share of enterprise, industry, business ca
pacity, first-class mechanics, sound sense,
true patriotism and pure Democracy that
looks, not to the spoils of Office, but to the
country's veal. In her Folletts, her
SmyJhes, her Morgans, her Spencers and
lect, deep and abiding love of country.
Newark possesses goodly quantity of the
brains and patriotism so much needed and
necessary to save our beloved country from
the ruin and disgrace into which the Sum-
ners, Wilson's rSchencks and all the horde OF
radical, yelping malignants, bounded on
by Stevens, are fast sinking it.
lnv1 hI1rl Iioti fn md
high-minded American must be the
thought, thatswhile the civilized and chris
tian world stands agha st to behold in awe
and mourning the bloody murder of the
Prince Maximilian, We have in the halls7ef
Washington a bloody-minded junta of in
human Radicals, singing their hoslnnahs
of praise and thanksgivings to the Indian,
Juarez, because his deeds of blood are
equal in atrocity to the murder of the help
less and (now believed) innocent woman
Surratt, whose last words as she ascended
the Stantonian gallows were adduced to
her confessor and spiritual adviser: "Fath-
er, 1 am innocent; may not say so
to the people?" mo, child. 1t might
disturb the tranquility of your mind, and
could do no good. Be assured that full JUS
tice will be done to your memory" Reader.
mark the Christian humility, silence and
sublimity of the heroic woman as she bowed
her head in child-like obedience to the
words OF Gods holy minister and walked
to meet her death at the hands of the tremb-
ling haugman and behold how just and
uusearchable the ways of HIM, into whose
hands she yielded her spirit. While her
blood-stained murderers are driven to the
necessity of approving the shooting of Max