Delaware tribune. [volume] (Wilmington, Del.) 1867-1877, 1867-11-28

The speech delivered by General Sherma
in st. Louis, recently, on the occasion of til
second Annual Reunion of the Army of th
Tennessee in st. Louis, conclusively demon
strates that the Generals usual reticence
rather the result of choice than necessity
The grand address by the man who wen
marching through Georgia." shows tina
when the occasion demands it he can be al
most as powerful with the tongue as with th
sword. 1t strikes us that the sentiments ex
pressed in the speech will not give much en-
couragement to the Democrats to nominate
Sherman'for the Presidency and if they should
do so Notwithstanding all this, and he should
accept, which is less likely even than the
other, we think that there is streak OF coun
try "from Atlanta to the Sea, where the De
mocratic voters will scratch him considera
big.
We make the following cxtracts:-
LEAVING ATLANTA.
| have always wished that some artist like
Bierstadt or Kaufman could have stood by
my side on Kenesaw that beautiful October
morning, and fixed on canvas that beaut ifu
picture Of the vast forest at our feet, will
its bright autumnal foliage, and the long lines
of soldiers pointing towards Dallas, while
in the far off distance was Alatoona, begirt
with the white smoke of the rebel assault,
and the occasional glimpse OF the little signal
flag through the embrasure, which told me,
through the skillful officer by my side, that
Corsc was there, and consequently that the
place was safe.
Or better still, that Beard or Healy could
have caught that gorgeous picture as we rode
out Of Atlanta that beautiful morning in
November, and turned to look at Atlanta
smouldering in its ruins whilst long lines OF
soldiers with their white-topped wagons
were starting southwark, they knew not
whittier, and the whole air resounded with
that favorite anthem of =" John Browns
soul goes marching on" taken upon from
the band, by the marching columns, as by a
common instinct. =,
DAYS OF SORROW.
But in our varied experience we had, at
times, to drink of the bitter cup of death and
loss.
Do you suppose any one can describe to
me the bitter anguish of that moment when
Mcpherson, who had just left me, in Joyous
health, was brought back and laid dead at
my feet; or that terrific yell when the Army
of the Tennessee learned that their noble
commander, whom they loved SO well, would
never again be seen in life, and that to them
was consigned the dread task Of revenge?
And last of all, when at Raleigh, the sad
tidings came and hung over us all for days
like a pail, that Mr.. Lincoln, our beloved
President, had been assassinated by the cow
ardly villain, Booth. Even now / tremble
when think what might have befallen the
people of Raleigh had not our men been long
schooled in the terrible lessons Of q bloody
war, Oh how we had all looked forward
to that when he should come forth to meet
us, with his tall form and beaming eye, to
welcome us back again to our homes, after
our long and devious wanderings; but 1t was
not reserved for him, and another did 1t in
his stead.
FOOD FOR THOUGHT FOR SOUTHERN PoLLARDs.
Look to the South, and you who went
with me through that land can best say il
they too have not fearfully punished. Mourn
ing in every household, desolation written
in broad characters across the whole face of
their country, cities in ashes and fields laid
waste, their commerce gone, their system of
labor annihilated and destroyed. Ruin,pov-
erty, and distress everywhere, and now pes
thence adding the very cap sheaf to their
pardon and appealing for permission to raise
food for their children; her five millions of
slaves free, and their value lost to their for
mer masters forever How any Southern
gentleman, with these facts, plain and palpa-
ble everywhere staring him in TIE face and
accorded forever in the hood of history, can
still boast of his ''cause," or speak OF it in
language other than of shame and sorrow,
passes my understanding, and, instead of
being revived, know that their lost cause
will sink deeper and deeper into infamy as
time more keenly probes its hidden mys-
teries and reveals them to the light of day.
OUR WAR DEBT-No REPuDIATIoN.
We of the North have to mourn the loss
of fathers, brothers, sons, and friends, and
are burdened with vast national debt, bind
ing on us in fact, in law and in honor, ,'leuer,
hope, to be questioned by any honorable
man in America till every cent is paid.
If our friends at the South will heartily
and cheerfully join with us in future, /, for
one, would welcome them back, our equals,
but not our superiors, and lend them u
helping hand. But if, like spoiled children,
they will cling to the dead past and shut
their eyes to the coming future, would
only call their attention to that wave of en-
igration that has swept over our land from
the Atlantic to the Pacific, and must soon
turn back and flow South. They may op-
pose, but their opposition will be as Il was
for them TO try and stop the army of the
Tennessee, which swept the length and
breadth of their land. The next war Of
Northern invasion will not desolatc their
land, but will fructify and regeneratc it.