New-York tribune., 1867-06-22
TIE GIL or BITTERNESS.

B0ngStreet. HAVING tn,lS lOuSh', anu H'Ni"S
given the Confcdcracy the benefit OF his blood,
one would think his opinions OF the present
situation entitled TO some respect. lie frankly
SAYS +" 1t is our duty to abandon ideas that
"are obsolete, and conform to the requirements
"of the law He speaks the mind of thousands
of the most sensible of those lately IN rebel
lion but lie is not permitted to peacefully
express his sentiments. No sooner are
they made public than immense barking,
growing yelling, and swapping ensucs IN the
Southern editorial dcns, The Mobile Tribune
leading the passionate and vicious go-rounder.
Clearly, the General is not entitled to views,
and takes liberty when he let's out an
opinion The pen is miehter 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 dashcs OIL rs
great length of editorial articles full OF
destructive nouns, irresistible adjectivcs, un-
merciful verbs. with the grape OF advcrbs, ana
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 vanquishcd theoreti-
cally, wrote without brains, printed without INK
or paper. published without advertisers or sub
scribcrs, and stood magnanimously in the gap
when the very devils had deserted-this is the
man for the laurels and complimentary liquor
while living, aud for a stately monument
,Vbo ia man ~
not, conceded not, paused not; who sashcd
the Yankees, captured their armies killed their
generals. and repulSed their assaults in the
most satisfactory manner, although sometimes
upon the brownest possible wrapping-papcr
Noble soul We see him scribbling, and sweat
ing, and supplying manuscript munltlon, sink
ing from the dignity of daily TO the forlorn
hope of n semi weekly, and when common
soldiers yielded TO the stress OF war; still hold
ing ont. aud even now mconquered and un-
conqucrabc, refusing TO stay, when he might
do 80 comfortably in the last ditch, but
bounding nimbly into his old. accustomed char.
scizing once more his pen OF sharpness, and
sticking it M to the very nib in the bodies
of all who are cravcnly willing to be recon
structcd This is the way in which Hector or
Achle, would have edited newspapers if the
ray-bmoni Of Helen had been simply discussed
in leading articles. What, do you ask, was
James Long,trcct doing all this time Moth
ing, Sir; absolutely nothing He was only
mrandering llstlessly about i'll the wilderness.
managing in the most clumsy manner to get
himself wounded eating less meat IN n
week than our bold editor ate for his
daily breakfast. watching, planning. maneu-
verng, marching countermarching. charging,
skirmshiug. advancing, rctrcating-fhatS all
Doing his best IN n humble way 10 help the
high spirited cditors-that is all Merely
coarse ield-woIk. Sir. and not your fine intel
leotual exerion, your eXcoriating paragraphs
your rcsis,ess appeals, your sarcasms, Sir, and
your sncers, your beautiful billngsgatc, your
rhetorical bombardmcnts your irony, ridicule.
invectivc and stnging defiance! Longstrect
wa. well enough "a q minor warrior, but the
man who would really have set the Confederacy
| upon permanent pins. If the immortal gods mad
not proved traitors WAS the nky-iingcred IN
divdual who, in writing himself editor. as
sumed nobler title than that of Lieutenant
General. Bless You he has never surrendered !
I'p io this very hour of the day, he remains
bclligcrcnt He is a scribbling guerrilla. He Is
n knight of the pot hooks and trammcls. His
is the blackest of flags. and still he flies it
with undauntcd soul, and, in fact, Is quite rs
much of n champion rs even he was. Lee ana
LongstIeet might surcndcr-this rampant cdi-
tor never.
Some curious persons may inquire what the
Mobile man j. after, and what those who are
like him expect To which we reluctantly re-
| spond that we do not know. lie still trusts.
with a touching aud infantile simplicity. in the
Democratic party of the North. lie anticipates
rcsurrcctons. lie thinks that the dry bones
can live again. He boldly declares his reliance
upon 'Copperheads. He is angry with Gen
Longstreet for refusing longer to confide in
the Democratic myth, shadow. ghost. or spectcr.
He expects to get great things out of it yet.
Messrs. Benz. Wood & Co, YOU see what is cx-
! pccted of YOU Isn't il about time for you to
be- up and DOING
"Ah my frichdw We can hear Benjamin
saving, "if you want us to help you, please
! "siop talking nonsense about the justice OF the
"Rcbcllion, and the duty of organizing another
"wheneycr feasible Every word of this stun
(which yon print costs Us n thousand votes. II
"you want our friendship to be profitable, keep
"shady about it's very existence. We have
"cnough to stand under without the burden OF
"your compliments. Hold your tongue, or we
"can do nothing for you!" Hadn't the Mobile
Junins, instead of abusing Gen. H., better Jake
| Bcn's advice?